you can do it at a trot, you can do it at a gallop
you can do it real slow, so your heart won't palpitate.
just don't be late!!
do the puyallup.
yes, as my washington friends are aware, the puyallup fair is going on (ends on sunday). the fair is amazing, and I love it tremendously. I've been sad to miss it the last three years. the last time I went was in 2002 with maria, and though it was cold and overcast, we had a grand old time. this year, I went with miss mollie, and while she and I got rained on prodigiously, we also had, indeed, a grand old time.
the rain was actually something that we embraced pretty warmly. being the proud seattlites we are, we really didn't complain very much. it was only during nightfall that it started to get too chilly. we got there around 1:30 and stayed until 9ish, so we had a nice full day of treading through the wet grounds and mud, sitting on soaking wet benches and rides, and pulling our hoods up over our heads. but all was well.
my back has been massively sore this week, probably because of all the bedrest I've needed during my battles with the headcold and strep. I don't know what a bedsore is, but I sure had some major soreness in my back as a result. so it was pretty difficult to be on my feet for that long. I also got blisters on my toes from all the walking we did. but still!! the freakin' fair, man.
we got a dizzy pass, a pass that allows for unlimited ride usage until closing. our favorite ride was the octopus, a contraption that has eight arms with four two-person cabs each attached to it. it spins up and down and the cabs spin in violent circular motions, so it's spinning while you're already spinning. it sloshed my brains to mush and I giggled like a smile child every time we rode it (which mollie found to be the most amusing part).
the only near-tragedy came when we rode it for the third and final time. we were standing in line, waiting to get on, and were watching one of the carnies wipe down one of the cabs with a towel.
"oh, that's nice," I said. "he's wiping the seats clean from all the rain!" because it had just, in fact, been something of a terrential downpour, the most rain that had fallen all day.
to my horror, I then saw him materialize from his side a bottle of 409.
"oh..." mollie said, raising her hand to my shoulder. "honey... I don't think he's wiping off rain."
I felt my eyes widen like puffer fishes. "no...?" and with each squirt he expelled onto the cab, and with each soggy towel he dropped in exasperation, I knew she was right. I started to whine and do my unhappy dance.
"keep your eyes fixed on that cab, mollie. oh no, oh NO, oh no. we are NOT getting on THAT one!! oh NOOOO!!!"
mollie tried to soothe my nerves, but I kept my eyes trained on the danger zone the entire time the next group of riders went on. when it was our turn to get on, I steered us far, far away from the contaminated cab of evil and sadness, and we took one on the opposite side of the ride. my puke radar is always on when I go to things where rides are present, and fortunately, it's always saved me from harm.
so. we rode things, we saw animals, we had scones and fresh dairy products, and we even won a stuffed chicken little toy from the carnival games. plus, we got some totally sweet new photo booths pictures.
in the second photo, that's mollie and I doing our version of vikings, and underneath is supposed to be us with mustaches. it was a spur of the moment idea, hence its cheesiness!
by the time I got us home I was exhausted. plus, I'm worried because I'm not sure how good of a winter/crappy weather car bandit is shaping out to be. I've never had a chance to really drive him during a poor weather season, and I'm finding that his windows fog up and perspire badly, and that my defrost is no match for it. I guess I'll have to have dad look at it. :/
today I had a remicaid infusion. it was a little turbulent, at first. I waited for an hour just to get assigned to a room. then, my nurse had trouble finding a vein- not her fault, but still not fun to deal with. she pricked me in my arm, but my saucy vein was playing mean reindeer games, and it hid as soon as she stuck the needle in. she jabbed and stabbed and it hurt. she tried my other arm, and finding nothing, fashioned a moist heating mit for me to wear out of warm towels and heat compresses. ten minutes later, we struck vein. she flushed me with a saline that made a cold stream of fluid surge through my arm and up into my throat- I could taste it on my tongue, which was a little creepy, and could almost smell it too. so, I got there before 1, and didn't get to leave until 5. pretty long for a remicaid infusion.
then, mom and I got trapped in the worst traffic I have ever seen in seattle. my infusions seem to attract that lately... hitting supremely awful traffic afterwards. we were stuck downtown for an hour, trying out various routes to get back to west seattle. finally, we made it to the west seattle bridge, and we stopped to have dinner at the luna park cafe. we talked about lots of things, mommy to daughter. I talked to her about my love life and she told me some reassuring things, and some not so reassuring things that I needed to hear, but that's what good moms are all about. when I finally made it home, I returned a couple of phone calls and promptly fell asleep.
I've had an exhausting two days, but I can't complain. I feel fairly relaxed right now. my neck and back are sore, and I'm starting my favoritest time of the month, and I've got something of a headache- but, I can cross colitis off my list for another 8 weeks. thank you god for my insurance, which makes my $8,000 infusions possible. I'd be totally screwed without you.
I'm going to read more of my book- my fourth one this month, called "this is not chick lit"- and get me some more much-needed sleep.
just don't be late!!
do the puyallup.
yes, as my washington friends are aware, the puyallup fair is going on (ends on sunday). the fair is amazing, and I love it tremendously. I've been sad to miss it the last three years. the last time I went was in 2002 with maria, and though it was cold and overcast, we had a grand old time. this year, I went with miss mollie, and while she and I got rained on prodigiously, we also had, indeed, a grand old time.
the rain was actually something that we embraced pretty warmly. being the proud seattlites we are, we really didn't complain very much. it was only during nightfall that it started to get too chilly. we got there around 1:30 and stayed until 9ish, so we had a nice full day of treading through the wet grounds and mud, sitting on soaking wet benches and rides, and pulling our hoods up over our heads. but all was well.
my back has been massively sore this week, probably because of all the bedrest I've needed during my battles with the headcold and strep. I don't know what a bedsore is, but I sure had some major soreness in my back as a result. so it was pretty difficult to be on my feet for that long. I also got blisters on my toes from all the walking we did. but still!! the freakin' fair, man.
we got a dizzy pass, a pass that allows for unlimited ride usage until closing. our favorite ride was the octopus, a contraption that has eight arms with four two-person cabs each attached to it. it spins up and down and the cabs spin in violent circular motions, so it's spinning while you're already spinning. it sloshed my brains to mush and I giggled like a smile child every time we rode it (which mollie found to be the most amusing part).
the only near-tragedy came when we rode it for the third and final time. we were standing in line, waiting to get on, and were watching one of the carnies wipe down one of the cabs with a towel.
"oh, that's nice," I said. "he's wiping the seats clean from all the rain!" because it had just, in fact, been something of a terrential downpour, the most rain that had fallen all day.
to my horror, I then saw him materialize from his side a bottle of 409.
"oh..." mollie said, raising her hand to my shoulder. "honey... I don't think he's wiping off rain."
I felt my eyes widen like puffer fishes. "no...?" and with each squirt he expelled onto the cab, and with each soggy towel he dropped in exasperation, I knew she was right. I started to whine and do my unhappy dance.
"keep your eyes fixed on that cab, mollie. oh no, oh NO, oh no. we are NOT getting on THAT one!! oh NOOOO!!!"
mollie tried to soothe my nerves, but I kept my eyes trained on the danger zone the entire time the next group of riders went on. when it was our turn to get on, I steered us far, far away from the contaminated cab of evil and sadness, and we took one on the opposite side of the ride. my puke radar is always on when I go to things where rides are present, and fortunately, it's always saved me from harm.
so. we rode things, we saw animals, we had scones and fresh dairy products, and we even won a stuffed chicken little toy from the carnival games. plus, we got some totally sweet new photo booths pictures.
in the second photo, that's mollie and I doing our version of vikings, and underneath is supposed to be us with mustaches. it was a spur of the moment idea, hence its cheesiness!
by the time I got us home I was exhausted. plus, I'm worried because I'm not sure how good of a winter/crappy weather car bandit is shaping out to be. I've never had a chance to really drive him during a poor weather season, and I'm finding that his windows fog up and perspire badly, and that my defrost is no match for it. I guess I'll have to have dad look at it. :/
today I had a remicaid infusion. it was a little turbulent, at first. I waited for an hour just to get assigned to a room. then, my nurse had trouble finding a vein- not her fault, but still not fun to deal with. she pricked me in my arm, but my saucy vein was playing mean reindeer games, and it hid as soon as she stuck the needle in. she jabbed and stabbed and it hurt. she tried my other arm, and finding nothing, fashioned a moist heating mit for me to wear out of warm towels and heat compresses. ten minutes later, we struck vein. she flushed me with a saline that made a cold stream of fluid surge through my arm and up into my throat- I could taste it on my tongue, which was a little creepy, and could almost smell it too. so, I got there before 1, and didn't get to leave until 5. pretty long for a remicaid infusion.
then, mom and I got trapped in the worst traffic I have ever seen in seattle. my infusions seem to attract that lately... hitting supremely awful traffic afterwards. we were stuck downtown for an hour, trying out various routes to get back to west seattle. finally, we made it to the west seattle bridge, and we stopped to have dinner at the luna park cafe. we talked about lots of things, mommy to daughter. I talked to her about my love life and she told me some reassuring things, and some not so reassuring things that I needed to hear, but that's what good moms are all about. when I finally made it home, I returned a couple of phone calls and promptly fell asleep.
I've had an exhausting two days, but I can't complain. I feel fairly relaxed right now. my neck and back are sore, and I'm starting my favoritest time of the month, and I've got something of a headache- but, I can cross colitis off my list for another 8 weeks. thank you god for my insurance, which makes my $8,000 infusions possible. I'd be totally screwed without you.
I'm going to read more of my book- my fourth one this month, called "this is not chick lit"- and get me some more much-needed sleep.