Posts in category Hell freezes over

And, it’s officially that time

October 11, 2016 Written by Lisa

Back in May, I noted on these here pages that it was getting to be high time I addressed the teeth issue especially because OUCH and I want to feel more confident out in public and with my teeth currently, I am so not that.

Cut to last week, when one of my teeth asked me (in a very loud voice, thankyouverymuch) to pay attention to it by creating a wall of pain. Alrighty, then. Duty made me promise to call the dentist and so I rang up the one I was looking at back in May and made an appointment.

They were SUPER. Seriously. They took pics and scans and xrays and all manner of things and then we sat down to talk.

I don’t need to have all my teeth pulled!! YEY!

joy Life, she is good. Braces will address a good part of the issue because my gums are in pretty decent shape, all considered.

So, I’m getting two pulled, having the bone built up and going to the orthodontist for next steps. There’s more to do and braces will be on for a good two years (possibly more, possibly less if I can get my magic working) but praise Jesus, I don’t have to be in dentures.

Remind me of this when I’m whining about how my teeth hurt in the coming months/years, please?

Happy Stuff, Secretly 12 years old

Well, that was unexpected!

June 1, 2014 Written by Lisa

So, Thursday I woke up with this weird tingly numbness on the left side of my face. Almost like novocaine was wearing off. Thinking I slept wrong or something, I ignored it. (As I often do with physical stuff because eww.)

When it didn’t magically go away, I looked it up online. Yeah. Don’t do that, kids. No good will come of it. I diagnosed myself with a small stroke, possible brain cancer, and Bell’s palsy. Back to ignoring.

11am came and I decided that perhaps this was a signal I should take more seriously and called the doctor’s office. They told me that since I hadn’t gotten the bloodwork done when it was requested (August 2013!), they didn’t have anything to go on and recommended that I go to the ER.

I tried (in vain, I might add) to talk them out of that, recalling the abject horror I experience every time I’ve had to go to the ER with Duty.

There are people vomiting everywhere! In the lobby (go your ass into the bathroom if you know that’s a possibility) and in the bays inside the ER itself (okay, can’t argue with that but still, gross!).

This little clairaudient with super sonic hearing cannot abide the sounds of barfing. It makes me want to flee and when you’re the patient, fleeing is not encouraged.

Fine, I’ll go to the ER then. Dammit. Call Duty and ask him to come home from work to take me. (I hate asking for things.) Of course, he does. We go this time to an ER recently built on this side of the bridge rather than trek back into Annapolis. It’s a calm, serene place where there’s (amazingly enough!) no one in the waiting room (therefore, no one barfing) and I am taken inside quickly.

Nurses shuffle around taking blood pressure, temps and all other ER things. Duty and I laugh about how this is weird – usually he’s the one on the bed and I’m sitting on a chair (trying not to hear aforementioned barfing sounds).

Finally (after a 30 minute wait), the nice doctor comes in, hears my story of weird facial numbness, mentions it could be a TIA (A transient ischemic attack (TIA) is an event, sometimes called a mini-stroke, with stroke symptoms that last less than 24 hours before disappearing.)

Farts.

That is not good.

Numbness has worn off by this time (also an indicator of a TIA) and we are released from the hospital with an appointment to see my regular doctor the next day for more tests and a referral for the lovely MRI.

As an aside: Don’t post illness stuff on Facebook, lest you get a zillion messages from people worried you are dying. Even when you try to add humor, it just makes it worse. I won’t be doing this again, ever. If you love me, you’ll know I’ve shuffled off when you hear it from Duty. (Or if you don’t love me and just read Snarkypants for shits and giggles, when I never post here again.)

Long story short(er): Doc is pretty sure it’s the TIA thing and sets me up with MRI and some carotid artery ultrasounds, bloodwork and all kinds of medical shit I really am not excited about. But, better than being paralyzed on one side of my body with foggy brain issues as that would seriously impact the work I am here to do in this lifetime and am only now getting around to doing.

No further symptoms have shown up and I feel okay.

Can I say that this is a huge pisser? After the amazing high of coming back from Utah, making strides in my PI work, feeling all forceful and directed for the almost first time in my damn life, then this happens?

Fuckety.

I am, however, not a dumbass and am taking this as a sign to pay a-bloody-ttention to my damn body.

Spoke with my favorite medical intuitive and he’s recommended a few things which, of course, I am doing. He didn’t see a cause for huge alarm and I need to let him know what the MRI and other scans/bloodwork find.

Onward. At least the Angels took good care of me, ensuring the ER had no random barfing incidents. For that (and so many other things) I am profoundly grateful.

(Thanks to Gorky, Gal, Julie and Jennifer for sending love, support and sweetness!)

BitchLog, General Blatherings, High Drama, Suckage

Jog, dammit!

October 5, 2012 Written by Lisa

I only *wish* I looked like the chick in this graphic.

Alas, this was probably more like how I appeared to anyone who had the misfortune of watching me jog yesterday.

I love my trainer dearly (even though she lies to me about how many tires she piles up for me to step on – said it was the same as last week and then afterwards, confessed that it was, in fact, higher than last week!) and would pretty much try anything she asked of me. That is why I found myself running as part of my workout yesterday at Crossfit. And, I amazed myself by actually doing it.

It wasn’t far, mind you. And I had to do it three times – had to walk back fast on round #2 because my lungs were this close to ‘ploding – but I did it.

I’m not sure what feels different about this kind of workout other than it’s fast and intense so it’s over quickly (before lung explosions) and when I’m done, I feel like I’ve actually DONE something. It’s markedly different than dragging my ass for 30 minutes on a treadmill and still feeling like I didn’t do squat for my body.

And the other piece to it is this interesting sense of confidence that’s shown up as well. It’s spilling out into other areas of my life for which I am eternally grateful.

Gal, I’d suggest a few CF classes for you and you’ll be kicking your sister’s butt in no time! LOL

So, yeah. I jogged. Just a little.

Better than not at all.

(Just be glad you didn’t have to watch!)

Blah blah blah, Brags Grats and Desires, General Blatherings, Happy Stuff

As the Universe turns

March 1, 2012 Written by Lisa

…. what’s that saying “Be careful what you wish for?”

Yes. I shall.

Because I see now just how powerful a manifestor I am.

So powerful, that I’ve manifested myself out of the day job effective March 23rd! And I even manifested extra money (in the form of severance pay and some extras) to help make it easier. No resistance from Duty (since it was out of my hands!) – just lots of love and acceptance.

Getting laid off feels odd – have only had it happen once before when companies reorganized and even then it just felt like “We don’t want you anymore” even though I know that’s not the case then nor is it now. In this case, two offices are being combined and something happened to make the woman who has the job there want the job here (i.e.: my job) and since only one of us can be it and she’s got seniority, I get to go.

And it’s a true blessing because for at least the past week, I’ve been dragging my feet more than usual having to be there. Every morning I’d think “I cannot do this one. more. day” and now I won’t have to. I’m sad right now because I will miss my friends there but when I walk through the sadness, there will be enormous joy because I’m free now to create the business I want. No more getting in my own way or getting cold feet. You all know how long in then making this has been and it’s all playing out as it needs to.

So long to BrokerBoy and Mini-me, idiot callers on the phone, having to greet people and talk about the weather and much more. My last day is March 22nd (but the Uni has arranged to have me paid through April 30!) so it’s smooth sailing for me.

Let this be notice to you, though – if something is meant to be, it’s gonna be whether you put it into play or “fate” does. So, align your thoughts to what you want. Or not. And watch what happens!

Happy Stuff, High Drama, Manifesting in 3D

Jumping into the fire – feets first!

February 8, 2012 Written by Lisa

And so it begins, baybees. I’ve agreed to work in depth with my fabulous teacher and mentor Andrea Hess to bring Practically Intuitive to the next level so I can leave the day job. (EEEEK!!)

Here’s the thing: if you choose to work with Andrea, you are choosing change, a big ass boot out of your comfort zone and results. I am making that conscious choice. (Hear that, Universe?)

So far, just making the decision has stirred up a lot of stuff – much of it about me stepping into my personal power and Duty having some small issues with that. I think some of it is because he doesn’t like what he does for a living and neither did I, so in that sense we were a vibrational match.

With my decision to step things up a level, we’ve become a vibrational mis-match because I’ll be doing what brings me enormous joy on a full-time basis. I’d like to be able to create enough joy for us both but that’s not my work to do.

Welcome Dissonance! I knew you’d show up! Wailing and gnashing of teeth are always such a treat!

There is no going back. I cannot continue to be the desk cog I’ve been for thirty years. I just can’t. So, I decided to engage Andrea’s services to move to the next level and let the Universe know in a big way that I’m ready (again) to go through that door.

Duty will support me as best he can. He always does. It doesn’t always look like what I consider support but I know he gives it with his heart. We’re together for some reason I’m not entirely sure about but who am I to argue with the Universe, eh? :)

The fun starts Monday and I’ll be rocking and rolling to step up my income so that I can leave the day job and jump into this – feets and all. Wish me luck!

General Blatherings, Happy Stuff, Manifesting in 3D