It's a long one!!
I feel that a much needed update is needed just to fill everyone in on the daily musings of my life.
Last week, Fred and I went out to dinner with Mike (Snipes), Travis (Nitrate), Logan, Zach (Creed), and Hobie (KITH). We went to Beef 'O Brady's since it was two stores away from eBash. We all had fun just talking and being able to see Mike before he left for Texas again. Besides the service being slow and slightly terrible, the company and joking around made up for the service. I ordered a grilled chicken Caesar salad while everyone else ordered a sandwich of some sort or a taco salad. The food was moderate, so after finishing, we all went back to eBash to play some games.
Black Ops was the game of choice. We played for a good three or four hours. The store closes at 2 a.m. and it was nearly time for the door's to lock. Around 1:30 a.m., I started feeling really nauseous. At one point, I started feeling really warm and broke out into a small sweat. I toughed out the last half an hour just so I can level and continue playing with the guys. When closing time rolled around, I told Fred how I was feeling, and we went home. Once we got home, Fred let the dogs outside to do their business while I got my pajamas on to go to bed. Around 3:30-4 a.m., all of my food from that day decided to revisit me. Afterward, I felt a little better. I decided to lay back down and hopefully feel better. Six in the morning arrived. I again visited the toilet. Laid back down. Nine in the morning arrived. The toilet and I were no longer friends, but we started a relationship that would last for a fantastic three days. I was like this non-stop. Each time I tried to eat something like a cracker, it would come back and visit. It was hard to drink since that would come back, too. I was so weak and so dehydrated from all of this, and we deducted it was food poisoning from my chicken Caesar salad (possibly). Within a two day time frame, I lost 14 pounds. I felt miserable. I was limited to what I could do since I was so weak, but my day usually went like this: bathroom, bed, pushed a button to change channel, bathroom, bed, pushed button to turn down volume during loud commercial. Fred offered to work my weekend shifts at eBash, and I greatly appreciated that he did that. I was so weak, I don't think I would of been able to make it during work. I went back to work that following Monday, but it was a super slow day. I mainly just sat in the chair behind the counter and got up when a customer needed something. Zack called to make sure I was feeling well enough to continue my shift. When he heard me answer, the first thing he asked me was 'How are you feeling? I don't want you to die on me!' He's such a nice and cool boss. I took the rest of the week pretty slow. I didn't want to rush myself after losing that much weight and not having hardly any food in my body. I honestly don't see how people who suffer from anorexia and bulemia do it. I was so weak I couldn't even lift a can of broth. I didn't have food in me for two days, and I felt absolutely miserable. I started eating solid food probably around Wednesday or Thursday. I still felt weak as I couldn't do a lot of the household chores or work duties that I normally do, so I still took it easy.
That weekend, I drove down to Madison to visit my family and to visit my goddaughter, Madyson, for her birthday party. Saturday, I stayed home and talked to my grandma. I love just sitting and talking to her. Her eyes light up when she sees me, and she nearly starts crying when I walk up to the door. I know she gets lonely at the house when my mom is at work. I kind of feel bad for living so far away, but I at least try to call her once or twice every day just to keep her company. I enjoy visiting her. We talk, cook, tell jokes, poke fun at each other - she isn't your typical grandma, and that's what I love about her. She's a pistol! I started relaxing in one of the recliners after the drive down there. My grandma goes to my bedroom and pulls out a handful of wrapped presents from my birthday. They didn't have my presents wrapped when I visited a week before my birthday, so they held off giving them to me, wrapped them and had me open them when I came back home to visit. I unwrapped one of them and it was a crochet set! The last time I visited home, I talked to my grandma about how I wanted to take up a crafty hobby. I remember her trying to teach me to crochet when I was younger, but I didn't have the patience for it at that age. After I opened that gift up, I sat down next to her and we began to ball up the skanes of yarn. She hasn't crocheted in nearly 20 years, so she had to sit and practice for a bit before she began teaching me. She also purchased a book that has some basic things to make as well as a pocket beginner's guide to crocheting that shows you how to make the basic stitches. While I was watching her practice, I saw a lot of myself in her. She was getting super frustrated that she couldn't remember how to make the starting knot. She did her typical random curse words - "Mother-son of a-bastard bitch." - but she kept getting frustrated. She sat the ball of yarn down, stared at it for a short time, then picked it back up. She made the statement, "I'll go crazy if I don't sit here and try to figure it out. I have to figure it out or I'll think about it all night." I sometimes do the same thing. If I can't figure something out, I become obsessed with it. I think it's more noticeable when I play video games, but it also happens when I try to do a puzzle or something else. Anyway, she managed to remember and then she showed me how to do the basic chain stitch. I need to practice some more.
Sunday was Madyson's second birthday party. I usually knock on the door of anyone's house, but Samantha usually gives me a 'srsly?' look when I knock to go into her house. She told me to just go ahead and walk on in without even knocking, and she told me once she was going to give me a key to her house, but she completely forgot to get a spare made. I walked in with Madyson's presents, and Samantha just screamed "ASHLEY!!" and immediately hugged me. She's been my best friend since 8th grade, and I couldn't ask for more. We've been through a lot, and when we usually see each other, it's usually a huge hug fest. There were a ton of people at her house. Samantha ordered the DJ's outfit from Yo Gabba Gabba since Madyson is obsessed with that show. However, our friend, Michael, put the bright orange jump suit on, and Madyson was scared to death. He took the outfit off so he wouldn't scare her. There were so many people at their house. I'm glad it started to clear out and able to help Sam clean up a bit. Madyson enjoyed all of her presents, then she wanted to take a nap. She also gave me a present - a booger that she picked just for me and put in my hand. I headed back home and hung out with my grandma for a bit before I left to drive back to Terre Haute.
While I was home, I ate more than what I think I should have considering I'm still getting over the food poisoning. Early Monday morning, all of the food I had revisited me again. Then I vomited some nasty bile later that morning. I felt bad from that, but managed to go to work anyway. I'm still not feeling 100% today, but I'm just going to play it smart and eat accordingly. I just need to remember that my body can't handle large amounts of food at once. I just have to take one small step at a time. It sucks because I feel like I could eat a whole pound of bacon right now, but I know that would just make me worse. I'm not as dehydrated. I'm still drinking some water like it's going out of style.
I think that's all I've got for now. I need to get ready for work. It's kind of funny I started this entry yesterday and finally finished it =)
Last week, Fred and I went out to dinner with Mike (Snipes), Travis (Nitrate), Logan, Zach (Creed), and Hobie (KITH). We went to Beef 'O Brady's since it was two stores away from eBash. We all had fun just talking and being able to see Mike before he left for Texas again. Besides the service being slow and slightly terrible, the company and joking around made up for the service. I ordered a grilled chicken Caesar salad while everyone else ordered a sandwich of some sort or a taco salad. The food was moderate, so after finishing, we all went back to eBash to play some games.
Black Ops was the game of choice. We played for a good three or four hours. The store closes at 2 a.m. and it was nearly time for the door's to lock. Around 1:30 a.m., I started feeling really nauseous. At one point, I started feeling really warm and broke out into a small sweat. I toughed out the last half an hour just so I can level and continue playing with the guys. When closing time rolled around, I told Fred how I was feeling, and we went home. Once we got home, Fred let the dogs outside to do their business while I got my pajamas on to go to bed. Around 3:30-4 a.m., all of my food from that day decided to revisit me. Afterward, I felt a little better. I decided to lay back down and hopefully feel better. Six in the morning arrived. I again visited the toilet. Laid back down. Nine in the morning arrived. The toilet and I were no longer friends, but we started a relationship that would last for a fantastic three days. I was like this non-stop. Each time I tried to eat something like a cracker, it would come back and visit. It was hard to drink since that would come back, too. I was so weak and so dehydrated from all of this, and we deducted it was food poisoning from my chicken Caesar salad (possibly). Within a two day time frame, I lost 14 pounds. I felt miserable. I was limited to what I could do since I was so weak, but my day usually went like this: bathroom, bed, pushed a button to change channel, bathroom, bed, pushed button to turn down volume during loud commercial. Fred offered to work my weekend shifts at eBash, and I greatly appreciated that he did that. I was so weak, I don't think I would of been able to make it during work. I went back to work that following Monday, but it was a super slow day. I mainly just sat in the chair behind the counter and got up when a customer needed something. Zack called to make sure I was feeling well enough to continue my shift. When he heard me answer, the first thing he asked me was 'How are you feeling? I don't want you to die on me!' He's such a nice and cool boss. I took the rest of the week pretty slow. I didn't want to rush myself after losing that much weight and not having hardly any food in my body. I honestly don't see how people who suffer from anorexia and bulemia do it. I was so weak I couldn't even lift a can of broth. I didn't have food in me for two days, and I felt absolutely miserable. I started eating solid food probably around Wednesday or Thursday. I still felt weak as I couldn't do a lot of the household chores or work duties that I normally do, so I still took it easy.
That weekend, I drove down to Madison to visit my family and to visit my goddaughter, Madyson, for her birthday party. Saturday, I stayed home and talked to my grandma. I love just sitting and talking to her. Her eyes light up when she sees me, and she nearly starts crying when I walk up to the door. I know she gets lonely at the house when my mom is at work. I kind of feel bad for living so far away, but I at least try to call her once or twice every day just to keep her company. I enjoy visiting her. We talk, cook, tell jokes, poke fun at each other - she isn't your typical grandma, and that's what I love about her. She's a pistol! I started relaxing in one of the recliners after the drive down there. My grandma goes to my bedroom and pulls out a handful of wrapped presents from my birthday. They didn't have my presents wrapped when I visited a week before my birthday, so they held off giving them to me, wrapped them and had me open them when I came back home to visit. I unwrapped one of them and it was a crochet set! The last time I visited home, I talked to my grandma about how I wanted to take up a crafty hobby. I remember her trying to teach me to crochet when I was younger, but I didn't have the patience for it at that age. After I opened that gift up, I sat down next to her and we began to ball up the skanes of yarn. She hasn't crocheted in nearly 20 years, so she had to sit and practice for a bit before she began teaching me. She also purchased a book that has some basic things to make as well as a pocket beginner's guide to crocheting that shows you how to make the basic stitches. While I was watching her practice, I saw a lot of myself in her. She was getting super frustrated that she couldn't remember how to make the starting knot. She did her typical random curse words - "Mother-son of a-bastard bitch." - but she kept getting frustrated. She sat the ball of yarn down, stared at it for a short time, then picked it back up. She made the statement, "I'll go crazy if I don't sit here and try to figure it out. I have to figure it out or I'll think about it all night." I sometimes do the same thing. If I can't figure something out, I become obsessed with it. I think it's more noticeable when I play video games, but it also happens when I try to do a puzzle or something else. Anyway, she managed to remember and then she showed me how to do the basic chain stitch. I need to practice some more.
Sunday was Madyson's second birthday party. I usually knock on the door of anyone's house, but Samantha usually gives me a 'srsly?' look when I knock to go into her house. She told me to just go ahead and walk on in without even knocking, and she told me once she was going to give me a key to her house, but she completely forgot to get a spare made. I walked in with Madyson's presents, and Samantha just screamed "ASHLEY!!" and immediately hugged me. She's been my best friend since 8th grade, and I couldn't ask for more. We've been through a lot, and when we usually see each other, it's usually a huge hug fest. There were a ton of people at her house. Samantha ordered the DJ's outfit from Yo Gabba Gabba since Madyson is obsessed with that show. However, our friend, Michael, put the bright orange jump suit on, and Madyson was scared to death. He took the outfit off so he wouldn't scare her. There were so many people at their house. I'm glad it started to clear out and able to help Sam clean up a bit. Madyson enjoyed all of her presents, then she wanted to take a nap. She also gave me a present - a booger that she picked just for me and put in my hand. I headed back home and hung out with my grandma for a bit before I left to drive back to Terre Haute.
While I was home, I ate more than what I think I should have considering I'm still getting over the food poisoning. Early Monday morning, all of the food I had revisited me again. Then I vomited some nasty bile later that morning. I felt bad from that, but managed to go to work anyway. I'm still not feeling 100% today, but I'm just going to play it smart and eat accordingly. I just need to remember that my body can't handle large amounts of food at once. I just have to take one small step at a time. It sucks because I feel like I could eat a whole pound of bacon right now, but I know that would just make me worse. I'm not as dehydrated. I'm still drinking some water like it's going out of style.
I think that's all I've got for now. I need to get ready for work. It's kind of funny I started this entry yesterday and finally finished it =)