Too much work... Too much information... Thank GOD it's Friday!
Let's start from the top - too much work. As most of you know, I took a huge, albeit temporary, promotion this week. I've been working until 7pm, in meetings all day, and generally operating at 110% all week. It's a massive responsibility and a massive turnover of information, but we're all trying our best. My boss's last day is next Thursday, so we have until then to transfer her decade of stored information, and then it's all on me and my co-worker. Luckily I'm smart, comfortable making decisions, and thrive on pressure. I'm one of those totally sick people who actually loved finals week during college.
Of course, keeping this breakneck pace means that the house is a mess and we haven't cooked once this week. Although, I did make a microwave burrito on Tuesday and if "one minute per side" isn't cooking, then I don't know what is. Of course, it was harder this week because B was in St. Louis on business. Also, it'll take several weeks to settle in to the schedule and figure out what will get passed on for other people to do, and what I have to do myself. Basically, I just have to get through September because our two biggest events, the Board Meeting and the Gala, are the last Saturday in September. Somewhere in there I turn 30, but B and I are postponing our celebration until October. "Sorry 30, I'm just too busy for you right now... you're going to have to try again next month."
Too much information. (Now, I'm warning you ahead of time, so don't be a cry baby if you read this paragraph and then later decide that you shouldn't have) Five years ago while I was backpacking through Europe, I boarded a ship in Northern England that was headed for Amsterdam. Only moments after beginning our 17 hour journey, I started passing a kidney stone. There was no doctor aboard and instead of receiving IV morphine, I swallowed the two Advil that I had in my bag. I won't get into it, but you've heard the stories on the level of pain associated with kidney stones.
Flash forward 5 1/2 years and I am just now going to a urologist to get it all looked at. You can blame the health insurance system about 80% and my own inertia about 20% for the long delay. I walked into the urologist's office yesterday and quickly realized that no one under the age of 100 goes to the urologist. But he was very nice and told me I have to come back next Monday for an ultrasound of my kidneys and - get this! - to pee into a special machine that measures my "rate of flow." How crazy is that! File that under "stuff I never knew existed!" B was very jealous and also wants to pee into the special machine.
And now to the TGIF part. Do I even need to explain that?!? All I want to do is clean our house and relish all of the special memories from last weekend. I wanted to spend all week doing that, but it didn't work out that way. It was so lovely that I just want to look at pictures, write thank you notes, and be grateful for our friends and family. Hope you all have an equally relaxing and grateful weekend.
Of course, keeping this breakneck pace means that the house is a mess and we haven't cooked once this week. Although, I did make a microwave burrito on Tuesday and if "one minute per side" isn't cooking, then I don't know what is. Of course, it was harder this week because B was in St. Louis on business. Also, it'll take several weeks to settle in to the schedule and figure out what will get passed on for other people to do, and what I have to do myself. Basically, I just have to get through September because our two biggest events, the Board Meeting and the Gala, are the last Saturday in September. Somewhere in there I turn 30, but B and I are postponing our celebration until October. "Sorry 30, I'm just too busy for you right now... you're going to have to try again next month."
Too much information. (Now, I'm warning you ahead of time, so don't be a cry baby if you read this paragraph and then later decide that you shouldn't have) Five years ago while I was backpacking through Europe, I boarded a ship in Northern England that was headed for Amsterdam. Only moments after beginning our 17 hour journey, I started passing a kidney stone. There was no doctor aboard and instead of receiving IV morphine, I swallowed the two Advil that I had in my bag. I won't get into it, but you've heard the stories on the level of pain associated with kidney stones.
Flash forward 5 1/2 years and I am just now going to a urologist to get it all looked at. You can blame the health insurance system about 80% and my own inertia about 20% for the long delay. I walked into the urologist's office yesterday and quickly realized that no one under the age of 100 goes to the urologist. But he was very nice and told me I have to come back next Monday for an ultrasound of my kidneys and - get this! - to pee into a special machine that measures my "rate of flow." How crazy is that! File that under "stuff I never knew existed!" B was very jealous and also wants to pee into the special machine.
And now to the TGIF part. Do I even need to explain that?!? All I want to do is clean our house and relish all of the special memories from last weekend. I wanted to spend all week doing that, but it didn't work out that way. It was so lovely that I just want to look at pictures, write thank you notes, and be grateful for our friends and family. Hope you all have an equally relaxing and grateful weekend.
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