I’m on a freaking roll. Yesterday I made logos for both Scars Can Speak and Letters of Love that I actually really like. Today I made logos for my business and In A Reverie that I actually like. Then I figured out how to customize the forums I have for Letters of Love and In A Reverie.
I’m on cloud nine.
Now I’m off to Sandy’s for dinner and a little girl time. Plus I get to see Kay and Konner. (:
I should probably try to limit myself to one post per day. Then again, where is the fun in that?
Mike wants to go to Indianapolis for a Colts game. He’s found a vacation package deal that includes game tickets (good seats), a hotel room and transportation. The hotel room is within walking distance to the stadium. The vacation is for three days. We could either take a plane or the train. Ideally, we’d take the train because it costs less.
The plan was to do this for the game on October 12th, which would be two days after his birthday. We would leave October 9th. To get the package deal, we’d have to buy it in mid-September. Unfortunately neither of us work full-time, and we both get paid bi-weekly. This means that between now and then we would only get two, maybe three, paychecks each. With the bills and daily expenses I have (like gas), I wouldn’t be able to save much. He probably wouldn’t, either. We talked about this last night, and he suggested we could go to a later game. It would have to be before the last three games of the season, because none of the starting players would be in the game — and those are, for obvious reasons, the players we would want to see. I feel bad, because he really wanted to go for his birthday, which is October 10th. I just don’t see it happening.
So I told him that we could still try, and if it comes down to it he could just go. Which would really suck, because a) I really want to go and b) I don’t know what I’d do without him for three whole days. Plus, I’d be really jealous. I have yet to go to a football game.
He also mentioned going to San Diego, because his best friend Mike H. out there owes him a trip. He would catch the Colts’ away game. That would be awesome for him, but sucky for me. Heh. I mean, I know we spent two weeks apart when I went to Florida in 2006, but we weren’t even technically together at the time. We pretty much talked every night, but I didn’t miss him as much as I would now. To think, I used to be such a strong, independent woman. Now I’m strong and attached at the hip. I know he would have a lot of fun, though.
I’m going to try and do a website between now and mid-September, because that would certainly help. Anyone have any suggestions for where I can advertise to get a client?
So here goes the health woes. I hate complaining about it, but somehow writing about it always makes me feel a little better. Maybe it’s the perverse hope that someone out there is dealing with it, too.
I just got a bill in the mail yesterday, from the not very helpful physical rehab clinic. It was just another reminder of the frustration between wasting time and money and still not having an answer, or solution. The pain keys up every so often, sometimes sharp and sometimes dull. It’s never really in the same place. It’s like musical chairs. It makes it difficult to do anything; when you really sit down and think about it, how many things do you do with your hands and arms?
I’ve given up hoping that it’s going to just go away. I’m not sure if it’ll get any worse. It certainly hasn’t gotten any better. When it first started, it was just numbness and a weird dull ache combined with the numbness. Now it’s outright pain, aching through my bones and every last fiber. It’s depressing. It’s also frustrating because I can’t properly explain it.
When I started writing this post, my lower left arm was in agony. Now it’s fine. Keep in mind it took me an hour because I’m also at work, entering data for a website. I just wish that one of the three doctors I’ve seen could have come up with something. I know I could just go see someone else and get a second opinion, but I’ve already spent enough money and enough time. I don’t want to go through test after test again, only to find that the supposed professional has no idea what’s wrong.
Sorry this is so negative. It’s just so frustrating for me.
