The trista's Weekend Update
I had a migraine Friday, and it was bad enough that I stayed home. I slept most of the day, and still felt tired when I finally got up at 6:30-ish that night. Ugh. A day in bed sounds wonderful when I'm feeling well, but when I have a migraine I'm in too much pain to appreciate it. It's so not fair.
Saturday was the library, shopping, lunch with The fontosaurus, and another migraine. That's two in two days! I wish I knew what triggered them. I'd make a point of avoiding it in the future. With my luck, it's the cats or my couch or water or air or something equally unavoidable. With the exception of the migrainey few hours, though, my day was quite nice.
Sunday I cleaned the living room, puttered about a bit, lost my debit card, reported it within fifteen minutes of losing it, ordered a new one, and watched a lot of DVDs and television. I am so, so frustrated with myself for losing that card. I put it in my pocket, tied my shoe, crossed the street, put my hand in my pocket, and realized it was gone. I crossed back, looking for it, and walked around the area where it would have been most likely to have landed if the wind had caught it, but there was no sign of it. Fortunately, I was close to home at the time and was able to call the bank's customer service line and report the loss right away. The woman I spoke to read me the last transaction, which was one I had made, so even if someone has found it I know I canceled it before any unauthorized charges were made, and yay for that. Still, I'm incredibly irritated with myself. Part of it is the wait for my new card, but most of it is having lost a symbol of my independence. I still have access to my accounts, so I can withdraw cash and write checks, but that card was a little plastic reminder that I have my act together and I'm handling things well on my own. Losing it sent me into a bit of a freakout. I think I'm mostly over that, though. I keep reminding myself that at least I waited to have my freakout until after I'd reported the loss and canceled the card. I handled it well at the time. I'm going to ignore the falling apart that happened afterward, and sort of chalk that up to post-migraine emotional ick.
I watched an awful lot of stuff this weekend. I finished up the end of BSG season 2.5, the end of House season 2, some Monk, Office Space, Mythbusters, The Simpsons, Kung Fu Hustle, and I think some other stuff, too. Oh, The Contender, which I absolutely love. I also managed to get in a lot of reading. What I did not manage to do was drag my ass to the gym or do laundry. This week, I really, really need to do both. In fact, I shall endeavor to do both today. If I can't manage both, I will at least go to the gym. And I will push myself a little harder while I'm there, too. There's no point in doing this if I'm not going to truly work at it. I'd rather be shoe shopping, though.
Saturday was the library, shopping, lunch with The fontosaurus, and another migraine. That's two in two days! I wish I knew what triggered them. I'd make a point of avoiding it in the future. With my luck, it's the cats or my couch or water or air or something equally unavoidable. With the exception of the migrainey few hours, though, my day was quite nice.
Sunday I cleaned the living room, puttered about a bit, lost my debit card, reported it within fifteen minutes of losing it, ordered a new one, and watched a lot of DVDs and television. I am so, so frustrated with myself for losing that card. I put it in my pocket, tied my shoe, crossed the street, put my hand in my pocket, and realized it was gone. I crossed back, looking for it, and walked around the area where it would have been most likely to have landed if the wind had caught it, but there was no sign of it. Fortunately, I was close to home at the time and was able to call the bank's customer service line and report the loss right away. The woman I spoke to read me the last transaction, which was one I had made, so even if someone has found it I know I canceled it before any unauthorized charges were made, and yay for that. Still, I'm incredibly irritated with myself. Part of it is the wait for my new card, but most of it is having lost a symbol of my independence. I still have access to my accounts, so I can withdraw cash and write checks, but that card was a little plastic reminder that I have my act together and I'm handling things well on my own. Losing it sent me into a bit of a freakout. I think I'm mostly over that, though. I keep reminding myself that at least I waited to have my freakout until after I'd reported the loss and canceled the card. I handled it well at the time. I'm going to ignore the falling apart that happened afterward, and sort of chalk that up to post-migraine emotional ick.
I watched an awful lot of stuff this weekend. I finished up the end of BSG season 2.5, the end of House season 2, some Monk, Office Space, Mythbusters, The Simpsons, Kung Fu Hustle, and I think some other stuff, too. Oh, The Contender, which I absolutely love. I also managed to get in a lot of reading. What I did not manage to do was drag my ass to the gym or do laundry. This week, I really, really need to do both. In fact, I shall endeavor to do both today. If I can't manage both, I will at least go to the gym. And I will push myself a little harder while I'm there, too. There's no point in doing this if I'm not going to truly work at it. I'd rather be shoe shopping, though.