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So I'm at work, right? Scanning a book into Kofax (which just means that the software is loading scans from a source folder). Well, it's been running for like 3 hours, so I pull that window back up to check it. Yep, still running. How many pages is that monster, anyway? Let's check the source folder. So I pull up an explorer window and check it out. Now, why on earth is that book sorting to the end of the list? Oh, because instead of being named with just a number like the others, it's got TN- on the front of it. That's just silly. Let's fix it! So I rename the folder. Huh. Now there's an error over on my Kofax window. Something about it can't find the file it's trying to scan. Go figure.

This is when I laugh and wonder why on earth people come to me for help. I'm clearly a doofus.

Inventory

Left hand:

• slices on index and middle fingers, per the previous post
• blood blister on thumb from when I opened the window

Right hand:

• bruise on the back from the inside lip of the washer
• bruise on index finger from when my chair fell on it
  

Left leg:

• cut on shinbone from shaving 4 days ago
  
• cut on ankle from shaving 3 days ago
  

Right leg:

• BIG cut on knee from shaving 3 days ago (it actually required bandaging to stop the bleeding)
  
• BIG cut on shinbone from shaving yesterday (and I was being so dang careful, too!) (and this one also required bandaging, which is just lame)
  

I'm pretty torn up right now, and it's largely from shaving. Normally, this isn't an issue. (Kyle says that if I cut myself bad enough to require stitches, we're gonna have to re-evaluate my technique, but I swear it's not me!) I'm currently blaming the cheap razors I bought in a fit of "I refuse to pay that much for stupid razor blades!" t'other day. Not because I'm not klutzy enough for anything; let's be honest, I am. But how does a person manage to slice up both their shinbones while shaving? It's the flattest, simplest part of the leg!

Honestly, I feel like most people must live life with some sort of force field around them, protecting them from all the minor bumps, hurts, and cuts I suffer on a regular basis. Over the last week or so, though, it seems that my non-functioning force field has gotten angry and is now pulling me toward danger. Not cool, force field.

Good Times

Last night, Kyle and I went to see As You Like It at the Hale Center Theater here in Orem. It's actually just down the street from home, and I'd mentioned a couple of times, driving by, that I love that play. Not dropping hints, I swear; but well, "I am a woman...when I think, I must speak!" Anyway, Kyle surprised me with tickets a couple of weeks ago, and last night was finally the night!

It was nice outside, so we just walked the 2.5 blocks to the theater. This is a very small, in-the-round theater, and our seats were right down front. On the stage, as it were, so we couldn't stretch out our legs for fear of tripping the cast. But it was great to be in such an intimate venue, and the play was wonderfully done. (I'll admit, I haven't actually read this play, but I have seen the movie (I know, I know), and I loved it.) Kyle said it took him a couple of scenes for his brain to switch over to Shakespearean English, but then he enjoyed it, too. Really, it was one of the awesomer things I've done this year. So entertaining. I keep remembering bits of it (like how they rang a little bell to show that characters had fallen in love) and laughing to myself. Brilliant.

Totally Unrelated P.S. I picked up my shower pouf this morning, and it unraveled.

For the record, I CAN cook.

I just made these:
And they're delicious. (They're coffee cake muffins, by the way.)

Summertime Catastrophe

Yesterday, we decided to celebrate the summerness that's come our way, so Tianna, BJ, Kyle, and had a very tasty outdoor dinner of grilled hamburgers (turns out, Kyle's a grillmaster!), corn on the cob, and angel food cake with Cool Whip and strawberries (obviously, I abstained from the strawberries: sick). But it was really nice outside, and we had a lot fun.

I told BJ that if he ate his corn in a spiral, I'd blog it, so here it is:
Now, you're probably all wondering about the catastrophe part. It's like this: Kyle doesn't own a cheese slicer (we were at his house). So I was slicing cheese for the burgers with a real knife and my fingers, which were pressing down on the blade, slipped off the end and got butchered. My left middle finger got the bulk of it with a nasty slice near the fingernail that bled like Charles Dickens. It actually rather freaked me out, 'cuz it was a lot of blood. Also, it really hurt. I finally got it reasonably cleaned up and was heading back out front to Kyle (he was grilling out on the front porch, and I needed his sympathy!) when I realized that the blood I had earlier washed off my index finger wasn't from the middle finger: I cut my index finger, too. Bother. So I headed back in for more cleaning and bandaging. And to take off the original bandage that had soaked completely through (I ended up just wrapping it in a paper towel and holding it tightly until the bleeding mostly stopped, then re-bandaging it).

Later last night, I wanted to change the band-aids and add some Neosporin, but I couldn't get the old band-aids off, as the material had somehow fused with itself and my skin. This was extra unforunate, as every time I pulled the bandage, it pulled on the wound and hurt. Kyle had to cut them off with a pair of scissors. All in all, the injury part of the evening was not fun. But we also played a rousing game of Pandemic, which was cool.

All Better!!!

I just got back from a follow-up appointment with Dr. Gibb (the ENT surgeon). He said everything looks good, and he marked the previous diagnoses "resolved" in my chart! I don't have to go back unless something goes wrong. I'm pretty excited about this.

This doesn't mean I'm actually fully recovered, though. But I'm getting stronger and better all the time! I'm really happy right now. :D

So Dang Tired

I am exhausted. My hands have been cut and scraped to shreds, and my back is killing me. Today was Moving Day, and it about did me in. For me, the emotional ride actually started yesterday. I got up and started working, and everybody and their dog wanted something from me now. Of course, everything that was wanted required the same software, so I could only do one thing at a time. When my computers were working. Which they often weren't. On top of all that work drama, I was needing to spend the day packing, so I was quite stressed.

Please keep in mind that my emotional fortitude has been sapped by 5 days of migraines. Even when I wasn't in pain, my nerves were severely frayed, so when stuff started piling up, I lost it pretty quickly. Not to mention that although I've impressed myself with the level of strength and energy I've recovered, I'm still quite a bit down from pre-hospital levels, as well as not sleeping well all week, so I've been physically tired as well.

But I managed to get a fair amount of packing done yesterday, and Kyle's roommate was kind enough to use his truck to transport my bookcases, desk, and big chair. He even helped bring the 10 boxes of books up the 3 flights of stairs to the condo. (I was pathetically useless when it came to lifting even moderately heavy boxes.)

Anyway, today, I didn't work at all. I still had most of my stuff to pack and move, and I was originally planning on checking out of my house at 4 pm. (Yeah, right. That was pretty quickly moved back to 8:30 pm.) So I get up this morning, and I'm properly daunted by the task ahead of me. But I get going, and it's all moving along fine. Until I take down the curtains in my bedroom to reveal a spider's nest. I ran out to the living room and my computer, shaking violently all the while. I got online and freaked out to Kyle. And Tianna. And a coworker who had made the mistake of trying to encourage me. I couldn't go back in my room, I told them. Not possible. And then I started to hyperventilate. There was just too much to do! I'd already been packing for a couple of hours, and you couldn't even tell. And now my room was off-limits. Annaleise (the coworker) pointed out that I was bigger than a spider. Which was, of course, completely irrelevant, but it was a nice try. She reminded me that I had almost died, but managed to beat that nasty stuff, so a simple spider's nest shouldn't be a problem for me. "Mere spiders," she said, "quake at the sight of the jolly red giant." This actually made me feel marginally better. But what if there were BABIES?!! I couldn't do it. Kyle told me to work in the kitchen; he'd be over soon. Bless him.

Kyle arrived, expecting, apparently, a nest the size of his fist. When he saw the actual nest, about an inch long and a half an inch wide, he laughed. Long and hard. (Mind you, he still didn't wanna touch it, either.) Anyway, while we were in the living room discussing it, I noticed a man in my front yard; somebody from the city. Apparently checking the water meter or some such. Then he came up the driveway to the power box, and Kyle decided he must be checking that meter, too. Then the power switched off. "Why would you do that?!" I screamed. (Not actually at the dude; he was outside. It was directed more toward the universe at large, I think.) Kyle reminded me that I had asked for the utilities to be shut off today. Which was true. I just hadn't expected it to happen at 11 am. So now I had no power and no water. (This very efficiently killed Kyle's plan to just vacuum up the nest (which I had disagreed with anyway, on the grounds that then the nest would just stick up against the filter [shudder]). He managed to find a can of Raid, though, which took care of it.) I'd had bedding in the dryer. I'd planned to put more in the wash, though that plan had been derailed by the spider's nest, as I was gonna put those curtains in, too. I also had dirty dishes I now couldn't wash. And food in the fridge. I couldn't help it; I started to cry again. Not actually sobbing, but tears running down my cheeks. Kyle laughed at me again. Well, first he hugged me and convinced me it was gonna be okay. Then he laughed. (He'll likely deny it, but there was definite chuckling.)

It only took 3 trips out here today (filling up both of our cars each time) to get my stuff here. Towards the end there, daylight became an issue. Rather, its absence. Even though it was still fairly light outside at 8:30 pm, it was quite dark in the house. Fortunately, my manager brought a flashlight when she came to check me out, and she was kind enough to stand there with it while Kyle and I emptied out the fridge. (Yeah, we should've done that during the first load, right after the power was turned off. But we didn't. Result: very soft ice cream. But I think it's all okay. I just hope the pizza rolls haven't been ruined!)

Anyway, I'm totally beat, and I'm going to bed. With any luck, the exhaustion will help me sleep better than I have been doing this week. Oh, but that reminds me! Today's the first day since Saturday that I haven't had a migraine. That made me very happy.

Other thing that makes me unspeakably happy: I will be moving again in two months. (That's not the cool part; moving is lame.) The cool part is that on that occasion, there shall be MOVERS. Who will pack and lift heavy boxes for us! Kyle and I perhaps reminded ourselves of this several times today.

And now, for reals, going to bed. And not setting an alarm. Bwa ha ha...