Oh Mother Nature, you really stuck it to me yesterday.
When I woke up yesterday morning, it looked as though it were still night. The sun peeked out and then hid as quickly as it had come out. I noticed it getting darker and darker. A little before 8am, I decided I need to make a run for it to work before the down pour hits. I left my apartment and by the time that I got to the lobby, I found sheets of rain.
I walked into my office with my pants soaked up to the top of my thighs. I had a patient in 25 minutes. I grabbed paper towels and tried to soak up water from the bottom of my pants. It helped some. Walking around helped to air them out, too. They were dry within 90 minutes.
I had a fabulous lunch with our diabetes nurses (they’re in their late 50′s/early 60′s and are so cool!). We all headed back to our desks to begin charting from our morning patients. I suddenly realized I felt dizzy and it felt like I was slightly swaying from side to side. I glanced down at the computer chair as though to find tiny person moving it. Clearly I didn’t see anything. I figured I just got one of my dizzy spells after lunch but was still a little suspicious.
Within a minute one of the nurses said, “Hey guys….” I quickly turned around to her point my finger at her and said, “YES! I felt it, too!” We both had been sitting and working on our computer, the other coworkers who were more distracted and standing didn’t notice a thing. I was convinced that the nurse and I weren’t crazy. We both were trying to find out something via internet or radio to see if anyone else was admitting to some rumbling.
The overhead speaker came on in 10 minutes and announced a code red. I’ve never even practiced a code red. The ladies told me to grab my purse and head outside. We had recess for about 20 minutes (lucky for us the rain was over!). Our next patient actually found us in the parking lot among the rest of the building’s workers.
Thanks Virginia for the work break!
Once I got home I made sure to clear my schedule for 30 minutes for:
I finally bought this about a week ago at Target. Yes, those are 2 pound weights. If you know me or have seen my arms, you’d understand that 2 pound weights are like giant boulders to me. I find Ms Jillian to be slightly annoying (random laughing, telling her sidekicks that they are trying to cheat when she’s not looking but she’ll get them!…sometimes silence is golden, Jillian), but her workout definitely gets my heart rate up and leaving me with a subtle burn. It does the job while I take care of the ole bum knee.
After turning of the Jill Master, I headed over to the boy’s house for dinner. It turned into a bit of a headache: I forgot to bring over olive oil since he had just ran out, randomly ants had attacked the bag of walnuts and they were only discovered by boy once he had used them to make pesto, etc, etc, etc. I was so hungry by the time that dinner was ready that I had no patience to take a darn picture of it.
We Boy cooked the pasta and a small part of the bread for garlic bread from his Friday night goodie bag:
And then I made a quick salad to kick off the meal. It didn’t take much to stuff me. I had a bowl of salad, serving of pasta, and a 3″ piece of garlic bread and said, “No more!”
Dear Wednesday: please bring gentle earth events that bring another afternoon recess.