So it seems the older I get New Year's Resolutions are just a waste of time, especially if you are a procrastinator like me and if you like to give yourself a good mental whipping like I do when I don't meet my own expectations of myself. It's a nasty cycle.
But before I go on, I am going to back track to my last post. And as a disclaimer, I don't have pictures to show you at the moment and I wish I did because pictures make an entry so much more interesting! Sorry ladies and gents!
Earlier this month I got the opportunity to go to Buffalo, New York for work. I always look at those opportunities, though it's work, as being able to visit new places on another's dime. I work, they pay for my place to stay and my meals. It works! I thought that once I got married, I was done with traveling with my job. The total opposite has happened and you know why? Well since my husband is still looking for a job, he is free to go with me, which encourages me to apply to temporary work elsewhere. So we both get to go to places we have never been before. And even better, we get to stretch out our time to stay there or go somewhere else. Which is exactly what we did when I was done working in Buffalo.
We went to Canada! Oh Canada!
We stayed on the Niagara Falls side. Years ago, my wonderful friend Hillary and I made our way to New York. Me single, she married and pregnant! What a trip that was. I'm still amazed that we drove to either side of New York state with just a map, an old fashion map! Now we depend on the GPS which is not always reliable. Well, Hillary and I stayed on the U.S. side of the Falls and saw the Canadian side, wishing that we could make our way over but neither one of us had our passports.
This time, I made sure I had my passport and my husband had his!
Well, needless to say, our trips, as we have come to find out, come with an adventure.
While in Buffalo, I started to have bouts of diarrhea. I thought it was because I was just anxious to see my husband whose flight had been cancelled the night before and for some reason I didn't hear that part when we talked. So my stomach was upset. Well, it didn't stop there. Every. single. time. I went to the bathroom there was my friend, diarrhea.
We hoped that it would clear up by the time we left for Canada! Well, by the time we left for Canada, I thought I was fine. So we drove the 30 minutes it takes to get there. It was so beautiful! I loved it!
That night, we decided to go to the sushi place across the street. It had a nice ambience, there were even fireworks coming from the Falls area that we could see from the restaurant's window where we were sitting. But one thing was not sitting right. You guess it, my friend..
I was up and down, up and down all night visiting my other friend, Sir Jon (aka the toilet). My husband put his foot down and said we are going to the hospital. Well, we found one that wasn't too far away on the U.S. side. It was a women's hospital, I guess.
So after signing in and going through all the insurance procedure, signing papers, and answering questions and such, they gave me a bed in the emergency room.
They had me change and one of the first things they did was ask questions and then wanted to take blood. If anyone knows me, I HATE having my blood drawn especially by incompetant phlebotomists.
One came into my curtained area to try to draw blood from one hand and said that my vein blew. EW GROSS! And then she proceeded to press on my hand so hard like she was afraid that my blood would run out of my body, plus it felt like the needle was still in my hand. I almost wanted to pass out, I started sweating, not cool!
She tried the other hand, she blew that vein too. I think she was having a bad day! (The reason she used my hands was because she couldn't find a vein in my arm...not unusual, but some usually find it. But I'll give her this, I was probably dehydrated.)
It took up to three of them to find something and the last girl, I could have kissed her hand, she was the smart one and I told her so. She took a warm paper towel to put on my hand to make my vein swell and she got blood! It was so slow, but she got it!
So after doing xrays, urine, and blood they came up with the diagnosis. WAIT. FOR. IT...........................
TRAVELING DIAHRREA
Hilarious! I wonder where I picked that up from. TGIFs or Subway? The only two places I ate at. Hmmmm.. Oh well. They prescribed me some pills and sent me on my way.
My husband said we are not going to go traveling for awhile because something always seems to happen. I would say, okay... (but *in a whisper* I don't think we're done traveling yet).
We enjoyed the rest of our time there, wine tasting, enjoying some good food, some pretty sites, and we made it home safely!
On another note, disappointment twice over...we are not pregnant yet! Aunt Flo started to show before I left the hospital that day and she came again yesterday and I thought, I was late this time around.
But you know what? My word going out of the old year is HOPE and my word coming into the New Year is HOPE! If it wasn't for the Lord, I would not have any.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2013!!!
Love, Mrs. M
