I'm tired and can't be held responsible for this blog. It's neither witty, nor ingenious. Consider yourself warned.

Sat, 12/05/2009 - 20:26 — Carrie

I'm sick, I'm tired, and I'm sore. I miss my friends. I miss my mom. I wish New Years was here. I wish I could go back to work because I'm bored.

Well, that was easy to write. I should go eat some chocolate, since that usually makes me feel better. Tongue

Now that I'm done complaining, I shall continue with my blog.

My surgery went well. The readership of this blog is limited, however, and you all know that already, so I won't go into detail.
I will, however, say that my heart is still confused. It keeps trying to have an arrhythmia (that's palpitations, by the way) and then stops, since the problem is fixed and it can't, anymore. My body doesn't know that, though, so I feel like I've had one. I get short of breathe and my chest hurts.
Apparently, this is normal, and should go away in another 2-3 weeks. Tongue

My dad works at a hotel. I visited him the other day to pick up something and we had to take the elevator. There is no 13th floor in this hotel. I have no patience with triskaidekaphobia. *roll*

I am thinking of taking a trip next summer. A road trip to Kansas and South Dakota crossed my mind Laughing out loud I'm not sure if I'll be able to manage it, but the family I work for is planning on traveling to Ireland. If their vacation does not line up with whatever I would already be doing for summer vacation, then I will probably get two vacations Tongue
Someone suggested that perhaps they would invite me to go to Ireland with them. This is actually a real possibility. However, this would leave me with two choices.
1. Go to Ireland with people I work for, am not great friends with, and who I see everyday (being with the kids would be fun, though, I admit)
or
2. Go to a less-interesting place with friends I love, and hardly ever get to see.
I'd pick option 2. Laughing out loud

On another completely un-related note... my brother was annoying me the other day with his continued quest to maintain his masculinity. He was complaining when I asked him to take my purse out of the hospital with him. Seriously! I'm in a wheelchair, I'm in pain... and he almost refused to carry my stuff Tongue

That's about all the random thoughts I can think of now. Thank you for your time.


Hmm. This is very odd. I

Hmm. This is very odd. I would go to Ireland. Just saying. Of course your hotel has no thirteenth floor. Tongue

Oh yeah, that

Oh yeah, that triskaidekaphobia is super frustrating sometimes. Superstitious gits.

Made me smile.

Made me smile. Smile

Your brother was not named

Your brother was not named Judas. There is a reason we don't name guys after him anymore. Men who carry purses cause problems. Big smile

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