I can blame it on many things: Facebook. Twitter. Ravelry. Classes. Work. Laziness. But in the end I think I wasn’t sure I was a blogger anymore. The urge to blog just hasn’t been as overpowering as it was in the early days. In fact, I have had only one urge to blog in the past two months, and that was a post on why Ice Dancing and Curling are not sports and should not be in the Olympics. But instead I just bitched it out on Twitter.

Blog, on my second attempt at snowboarding I managed to bruise my tailbone. Instead of coming here with this comedic gold, I went to Twitter and Facebook and told thousands of people that I had bruised my ass. Which was awesome, but it could have been a great post. I let you down, blog.

Some of my two months of radio silence was trying to decide if I wanted to keep blogging. If I don’t blog as often, is it worth paying for the domain name and the hosting? On Monday, I decided to re-up for another two years, and my goal is to blog more so I am putting that $190 to good use. Little Blog, I resolve to not leave you in the corner gathering dust. So let’s get started with a stupid story!

Yesterday, my second visit to the doctor in two weeks (the first, where she diagnosed me with a bruised butt by putting on latex gloves and sticking her finger down my ass-crack to tell me that yes, my tailbone was “protruding more than usual,” apparently left an impression on her–can we blame her?–because she asked if my thumb injury was also due to snowboarding) resulted in a diagnosis of tenosynovitis in my thumb. (Side note: Why, hello, Google Health, and where have you been all my life?) She prescribed a gel NSAID for it. This gel shall now be known as $30 Copay Gel, because that’s what it cost with my copay, which makes me shudder to think of how much it costs without insurance.

Anyway, $30 Copay Gel is apparently often used for arthritis according to the Rite-Aid instructions that came with it. “Awesome,” I thought, “so I’m putting Ben-Gay on my snowboarding injury.” I read further. In order to accurately measure the dosage of the gel before you put it on, you need to squirt it onto a dosing card. The instructions clearly say “Put the card down on a flat surface so you can read it.” I relayed this info to Rick and said “It’s really for old people! Because their hands shake when they’re holding it so they can’t read it!” (Yes, I realize this is an extremely age-ist comment, but that’s okay, because Rick, an older person, laid the smackdown on me two seconds later.)

“No, it’s telling you to do that so you can read it. You know, as opposed to putting the card down upside-down so the writing is backwards and you can’t read it.”

Apparently $30 Copay Gel is for idiots like me in addition to old people.

Happy belated 6th birthday, Blog! Your writer is an age-ist moron!

I have always been a procrastinator. I have tried to break that cycle with this history degree that I’m pursuing, but old habits die hard. I still have the tendency to think that all writing must come out perfect the first time, and while I struggle to get that sentence exactly right the first time, hey, look, someone just tweeted, I should go check that out. I am working on overcoming this and even have a handy app on my Droid (so much for not talking about it) that has a timer so I know exactly how much time I’ve spent on task. This app is a miracle worker, because it kept my nose to the grindstone a lot yesterday. But today, even though I only have two more articles to critique and a conclusion to write and am so close to the finish line I can taste it, I still feel the need to procrastinate.

I played a game on my Droid for a while. Then I remembered that I took the ring out of my rook piercing out on Wednesday while I was waiting for the Fed Ex guy and never put it back in. And so I just did. And basically had to re-pierce the damn thing because it had been out for a few days. It did not bleed, but oh my god, my ear hurts right now. I took Advil and am waiting for the pain to die down a little so I can concentrate again.

I guess it serves me right for procrastinating, doesn’t it?

Colds 1.0 and 2.0 have really diminished my multi-tasking abilities, which irritates the hell out of me. I used to be able to come to work, look productive, blog, play on Ravelry, and actually get shit done all at the same time. Perhaps that was like my superpower, pathetic as that may be. Wicked multitasking skills and the ability to goof off at work! But Colds 1.0 and 2.0 are like multitasking Kryptonite. I can no longer keep my mind on several different and totally unrelated tasks at once. I can barely keep my mind on one task. And it sucks, people. I don’t think the comic books accurately portrayed how pissed Superman probably was when he lost his powers. My superpower is lame compared to his, and I’m bitching like a fiend. He lost the ability to *fly*, and in the comics, he was not bitching.

On second thought, I think that’s because Superman was lacking my other superpower: Raging PMS. I could stop a Mac truck with these snarky hormones, baby! Wait, is rambling incoherently also a superpower? Because I seem to have tremendous aptitude for it today.

A story about how my cell phone was lost and found at the Ravelry party and details about the spinning class I took at Rhinebeck will come when my latent superpowers go away with Aunt Flo. Couldn’t get them out today to save my life. Sorry.

Yesterday I was no longer contemplating death, I was able to hold liquids down, and I was even able to stagger the block down to my local polling place and back. (And I never want to hear an excuse from anyone about why they couldn’t vote again. If I could drag my sick ass to the polling place, you all can get up and vote. I feel strongly about this.) I sat up watching returns, and I was encouraged. It was not the blowout that had been predicted. In fact, although the whole “super delegate” concept still eludes me, the Democratic race was pretty close. And the Republican race, well, wasn’t that entertaining? I don’t really like Huckabee’s platform, but anyone who causes Mitt Romney to scream foul at McCain? He hath served a purpose. Thank you, Mike Huckabee and Chuck Norris!

Today I managed to make it into work, but I am still achy. And tired. And I might go home early. So there.

I’ve scheduled at appointment with a massage therapist for after work tomorrow night in the hopes that they can work some of this out. The trip to Florida next week should also help. Because if I’m not allowed to kill some of the people I work with (and I’m pretty sure that’s in the campus handbook, the no killing co-workers rule), then at least I can escape them for a week. And it will be good. Until I have to come back.

At any rate, tonight’s visit to Skippy includes x-rays, which should bump the price up and maybe, just maybe, the amount I am reimbursed as well.

Send out “no drill” vibes for me, will ya? After last year’s “Wow, this could be a root canal! Oh, no, not quite. But it’s really huge!” cavity, I could do without seeing a drill for a very very long time.

The cold gets better at a snail’s pace. I’m back to work today, and I biked here which was a little stupid. I was exhausted when I got here, and I went at an easy pace the whole way. Perhaps I’m not as healthy as I thought. The fresh air has to be good for me, though, right?

I’m going to be leaving work a bit early today after I get a project done, head to the drugstore for medication, head to the grocery for OJ, and head to the vet for medicine for Joe, and then I am going to hibernate. I will call out for food, and I will lay around tonight and tomorrow (I had the day off anyway) so that by the time I need to go to Madison Square Garden to see the Police tomorrow night, I will be happy or at least less miserable. And then I have an off-campus meeting on Thursday, so it’s important that I’m feeling better for that.

Wish me luck…

I am currently in the grip of a yeast infection.  And while there are many ways in which I copy our beloved ESC (*cough*Twitter*cough*), yogurt in…places…is not one of them.  So yesterday on my lunch break, I hied myself over to the Rite Aid and bought some OTC yeast killer.  And then I read the instructions.  Yes, you can use this product when you’re on your period (did I mention I’m on my period as well?  No?  Well, I am.).  But if you’re going to use it while on your period, we recommend that you don’t use tampons.  Because they suck out all the medicine or something.

Hmmm.  Here was a dilemma.  Because while I was a relative latecomer to tampons (I think it was college when I realized, “Hey, I’m having sex and putting something up there anyway, what’s the big deal with using a tampon?”), I have not looked back to my pad-wearing days AT. ALL.  But, yeast infections suck.  Yeast infections in July?  Unebelievably sucky.  I wanted to get rid of this fucking thing as soon as possible.   I went back to the drugstore and bought some pads.  The package promised me they were ultra thin and regular sized.

Ladies, if this sucking thing is regular sized, then the extra long ones must be the size of the goddamned QEII.  I seriously feel like I am wearing Pampers, they are just that big.  I grant you, they are significantly thinner than when I last wore a pad, but the length…holy shit, they cover half my unders and I am not even kidding.  I am so conscious of the damn thing that I am having junior high flashbacks of thinking that everyone knew when it was my period.  And to top it all off?  It’s July!  It’s muggy as hell!  And here am I with this thing stuck to my asscheeks, trying to walk along like nothing is the matter, but inwardly flinching with every step.

Tampons, I am sorry I took you for granted.  I now remember that before I started using you I hated my period.  After I started using you (and got on the Pill, come to think of it), my period was not such a big deal.  What I’m trying to say is…tampons, I miss you.  Please let this yeast infection pass quickly so that I can start wearing you again.  I’m miserable without you.

End rant and spontaneous love letter to tampons which seriously came out of nowhere.

Mom is on her way in with the Piss Crusader.  This will require some refiguring of logistics.  Freddie is mostly good, although he can get way too aggressive when playfighting with Joe.  Freddie also humps blankets (seriously.  I have no clue what that is about.  From what I’ve read, it’s when he feels neglected or traumatized.  Apparently he felt neglected while we were trying to sleep last night because Rick said the cat was messing with the blankets for half the night.).  And he chews at things like a dog.  Was he weaned to early?  Has he just not had enough time being around other cats to even these issues out?  Who the hell knows.  We’ll see how adding a Piss Crusader to the mix changes the dynamic.

This weekend is going to be fuuuuuuun.