Saturday, March 15, 2008

A list for all occasions

I'm sure some of you have noticed that I like making lists. And I like being in control. In fact, there are few feelings I hate more than not being in charge of my own daily destiny, if you will.  

This past Tuesday I had done all I could at work and was waiting on others to complete their parts before I could move on to other projects (I hate that feeling too), so I had some free time. And all I could think about was how much more I could have accomplished during that time if I was anywhere else but at work. But since I was stuck, I instead made a list of the endless tasks I had waiting for me that just couldn't get done while at work. I even set an exact time for each item in my daytimer so that my evening (and week, really) was all perfectly planned out:

4:20 p.m. - drive to Rona and settle our bill for the equipment we rented

4:30 p.m.- stop at the local police detachment on the way home and apply for the security check required by my employer

5:00 p.m. - work out on the elliptical trainer while catching up on  videos that Carla loaned me because they're 'must-sees'

6:00 p.m. - eat dinner while reading the paper and going through the endless pile of mail we receive each day, then start up the slow cooker and prepare enough food to last my husband for lunch and dinner over the next two days

6:40 p.m. - arrange to get my cousin Kim the magnetic "Support Our Troops" ribbon she's been asking for for her Jimmy

6:50 p.m. - finish filing my taxes, as well as those for my mom, uncle, & cousin (I already did hubby's on the weekend ....oh yeah!)

9:00 p.m. - take the little dog for a jog before bed

And it would have been a perfectly executed plan, too, had I just been able to start it.

Shortly before 4:00 p.m., I got a call that my mom wasn't feeling well again, and she was on her way to the hospital. Same symptoms as in October, but worse. So off we went, to the ER, and there we waited. And waited. For FOUR HOURS before even seeing a doctor.

Oy. Do you know what I could have done in those four hours?? Yes, see above. 

But it didn't end there. Finally seeing the doctor just started up a whole new waiting game for us (the bloodwork, the CT scan, the surgical consult....), and it was another six hours before we were finally able to leave. 

By this point it was nearly 2:30 a.m., and my alarm was going to go off in a few hours so that I could get ready for work again. And I had accomplished nothing! 

To make matters worse, not only was Tuesday night a write-off, but so was Wednesday night. (After spending the previous night in the ER and then having to work all day, you have to expect that I was just going to crash as soon as I got home on Wednesday. And Thursday. Ahem.) It wasn't until Friday that I was finally feeling like myself again, but of course I couldn't get anything done because I was at work until 10:30 p.m.

So here we are, Saturday morning and I've started none of the tasks I had intended to complete no later than last Tuesday evening. *Sigh* Here's hoping I can at least get them done by THIS Tuesday...

Oh, and in case you're wondering, after spending over 10 hours in the ER with my mom this past week, the final diagnosis for her pain is leaning towards an inguinal hernia that's pushing on her appendix. 

Yeah, I totally called that one, like, four months ago. It's true. Just read my blog. 

Thursday, March 6, 2008

You are what you eat

So today I attended an all-day orientation for work in which we were served a continental breakfast and then a super-fabulous buffet lunch -- and for probably the first time ever, I did not have one single dessert-type food at either sitting.

How could I, when one single breakfast muffin contained (on average) 610 calories??

Using a Calorie Calculator, I figure that I should be consuming no more than 1500 calories per day, so why would I waste more than a third of them on one measly muffin? 

The sad thing was that one of the other women seated at our table had not one but two of those muffins before 10 a.m. ...and she was just a tiny little thing! No, life isn't fair, but this is the reality of my existance.


Maybe in my next life I, too, will be blessed with that freakishly high metabolism.