My coworkers are MEAN (part 2)

As if my post yesterday hadn't made my mood seem a little down, it just got better.

My wonderful coworkers decided it was time to make popcorn.  We're not taking a bag of popcorn in the microwave.  Let me remind you what our popcorn machine looks like:

Just like they have at movie theaters, Targets, and Les Schwab (a NW Tire store chain).

This isn't the type of machine that ONLY produces popcorn.  It produces THE SMELL of popcorn.

Through out the entire office.

And everyone in the office eats it.

There is no escaping it.

Since I was too tired to even feed myself yesterday (no exageration), I kind of lost it.  Not to mention, I thought I had made my feelings about fragrant food known after the breakfast sandwich incident.

Apparantly not.

Turns out I should have done ALL THREE completely inappropriate reactions.  Live and learn.

I may have mildly lost it after the whole popcorn thing.  Excuse me for thinking that our engineering firm could be free of aromatic food (such as popcorn) for a month. 

What was I thinking?

A Sleepy Compromise

Saturday night, Phil and I made some Low-Iodine French bread and it ACTUALLY tastes like french bread!  Crazy.  Since I'm only allowed 4 servings of grains per day, I used 3 of them yesterday to have french bread and dip it in balsamic vinegar and olive oil.

It was crazy good.  Almost made me want to cry.

Until it made me want to vomit.

About 10:30 Sunday night, acid reflux was raging war.  I am pretty sure it was the olive oil and whiskey.  Not the best combination.  I didn't go to sleep until after midnight and then woke up every single hour until 6 in the morning, when Phil had the alarm clock going off every 15 minutes until about 7:30.  THEN Phil was downstair wrestling in the kitchen or something.  I don't know but it was loud.  And after his shower, he proceeded to bump into the bed every 2 seconds.

After Phil left, I COULD.NOT.GO.BACK.TO.SLEEP.

{image found HERE}

I am tired.  And I decided to use my excellent mood this morning to call the hospital I had my surgery at to discuss the bill and then the hospital I will have my RAI to ask some gentle questions.

It was a resounding success.  Not really.

I confirmed that next week I WILL be headed to "Thyroid Cancer Prison" as I like to call it.  But I also found out that my LID diet can stop about 5 days sooner.  A little give and take.

The idea that I only have 10 days left on this diet makes me want to run through the streets rejoicing.  I probably won't be running though.  I'm too tired.

Hunger Games Riot

A couple of weeks ago (exactly), my husband and I went to see The Hunger Games.  Yes... we are CRAZY and went opening night.  I wanted something to take my mind off how little food I could eat.

I kind of HATE going to regular movie theaters.  The ridiculous portions of popcorn and soda kind of make me want to vomit.  Not to mention the fact that people who open candy wrappers during movies make me want to commit a felony.  I've yet to do that (go me!).  Because of this, we opted to go to the theater pub, for a later showing, to avoid as many people as possible (man I am really playing into the engineer socially awkward stereotype here).

We showed up about an hour early.  The plan was to grab a drink and wait in line.  The theater had the movie on 3 screens.  Our show was in one of the smaller theaters right next to the other little theater (also playing The Hunger Games at the exact same theater time).  In an effort to clear up the confusion for the lines, they had placed colored duct tape on the ground.  The line we were in kind of snaked around the door.

Because we are awesome (totally not losers), we got there in plenty of time and were probably 10th in line to get into the theater.  Behind us was a group of young couples (about our age) who were probably all a part of the same church bible group or something.  This is just a guess, since I went to high school with one of them who also happened to be VERY involved in church and happened to marry pretty young.  Not an important detail right now, but just keep it in mind...

The staff cleaned the theater and we were super close to getting in, when Phil made the observation that it looked like the back of the line (the part that snaked around and was close to the front of the line) were not facing the right direction.  Rather than facing the front of the line, they were angled toward the door of the theater.

Big trouble.

The doors open...

And just like my brilliant husband predicted, the douches people in the back of the line CUT and rushed the doors.

The rest of us in the line were outraged.  My husband, who is normally extremely reserved (he is southern, after all) kind of YELLED at them.

The Christian couples behind me started yelling.

We all get in the theater and the jerks people who had cut in line took the row in the back of the theater.  By the time everyone got inside and sat down, there were still a bunch of seats open.

Why was it so important that they cut in line?  The theater wasn't full.

And why the back row?  My years in high school and every teen sitcom/movie has taught me that you only sit in the back row of the theater if you are going to make-out the entire time.  But why would you go to the opening night of the movie just to make-out?

I'm pretty sure karma will return the favor to the jackasses people who cut in line.  Flat tire in the rain or something.  I'm not too concerned about it.

However, if that had been a Harry Potter movie, my wine would have probably ended up in one of their faces if you catch my drift.
The movie was great, by the way.  Best book to movie adaptation I have seen in a while.

Today I am linking up with Hollie for Follow Friday!

Thankful for the stillness

Last night, my friend Danielle sent me a text message with a picture attached to it. The picture was of a page out of her devotional, Jesus Calling by Sarah Young. She said she had read this and thought of me.

Case and point that God speaks to us in mysterious ways.

I think it was exactly what I needed.

I have spent a lot of time waiting and wishing for things to be done.  Waiting for test results.  Wishing for surgeries to be done, diets to be over, scans to be finished.  Waiting for Phil to be done with school.  Waiting (very impatiently) for babies.

I have at least a year of waiting until we can start fertility treatments (which will be more waiting and wishing).  And I do not want to wish away over a year of my life.  While I want a baby more than anything else, it would be extremely short-sighted and immature of me to just sit and pout, hoping time will pass by me more quickly.

Phil and I are not people who think everything happens for a reason (afterall, his brother died in a car accident, his dad has liver cancer, and I have thyroid cancer).  And I can't believe that God purposely wants people to get sick and die (examples would be children with terminal illnesses, people who are in terrible accidents and suffer, 9/11).  God is loving and protects us.  But I do think God uses circumstances in our lives to deliver His messages and draw us closer to Him.
I need to sit and listen and look for the things God wants me to do while I am waiting.  And rather than doubt and stress over what the future may hold, I need to sit, be quiet, and trust in Him.

A little H-2-0

There is some debate over whether there is iodine in drinking water.  Some doctors recommend only drinking distilled water while on the low-iodine diet.  This is probably overkill, but I would rather be safe than sorry.  After a little research, Phil told me that a granulated activated carbon water filter (a Brita filter) would work for home, but I would still need the distilled stuff for work.  So Phil and I bought just a few gallons of distilled water to get me started.

We looked like survivalists.

Since I was now having to drinking special water from gallon containers, Phil recommended that I drink it directly out of the container.  Just like the frat-boy weight lifters.  He said I should slam back the water, let the water dribble down my chin, and then when I finish yell, "WOO!" while flexing.

I opted for a different drinking vessel.

{Now that's some pure lookin' water}

My favorite part about the water is that it has an expiration date.

{Expires February 23, 2014 at 10:7. That's specfic}

 

Apparently after a couple of years on the shelf, the water needs to re-enter the hydrologic cycle.

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Yeah I just nerded out there.

Since my stash of water is getting a little low, we went to Safeway to restock and found this:

Really?  REALLY?  There's been a big run on distilled water I guess.

This is why survivalists always have a back-up stash.

Top 10 Things I Need to Remember

1.  My camera needs to go with me everywhere so that I don't have to keep littering my blog with horrible quality iPhone pictures.  I know you are all nodding along with me right now.

2.  People are not really this annoying.  It is me and my hypothyroid irritability.  Maybe.

3.  In case people really aren't this annoying, best to keep my mouth shut.

4.  When feeling sad, watch Big Bang Theory.  If it isn't on TV which it almost always is, it is ON DEMAND.

5.  The low-iodine diet won't last forever.  I will eventually be able to eat cheese.  And egg yolks.  And all the bread I want.  And coffee creamer.  (Not all together.  That would be disgusting.)

6.  The puffy face WILL go away.

7.  Just because my dad is annoyed with me that I didn't want to pick up my nephew from his karate and baseball practices (even though I can hardly muster the energy to feed myself) doesn't mean I should feel bad.

8.  No matter how much I may want to, it is not appropriate to wear sweat pants and/or fleece pants and/or yoga pants to work.  Slippers are fair game though.

9.  Currently, it is okay for me to want to go to sleep at 7:30.

And lastly and most important...

10.  When I start to get nervous and anxious and scared about this whole "cancer" thing and the future, I need to remember:

{Silver Falls State Park, Oregon}

The first cut is the deepest...

But the second cut takes WAY LONGER to heal.

Apparently.

{6 weeks post-1st surgery with my chest and circus jacket}

{7 weeks post-2nd surgery}

I had to make sure my face wasn't in the picture since all this crap with my thyroid has made my face puffy.  The gifts just keep on coming.

Today is 7 weeks since my 2nd surgery, which was 7 weeks exactly after my 1st surgery.  I am really glad it isn't 7 weeks ago.  And hopefully 7 weeks from now, things will be even better.

The surgeon used the same incision site for both surgeries which is good.  But the second time around, it is REALLY bumpy and pretty red.  It looks angry.  And hurts more than the first time around.

It will fade with time.  I am hoping the face puffiness goes away sooner though.  I'll take the scar as long as my face looks normal.

I am starting to really feel the affects of no thyroid hormones.  My goals for last night were to write a blog post, eat, and go to sleep.  And it was hard.  And it really bums me out because I have A LOT of stuff I want to get done.  There are a couple of posts I have been really wanting to get out and share (some serious, some funny) but I just don't have the energy to even type.

Maybe tomorrow...