I think I'm getting sick. Ew. Runny nose, headache, scratchy throat, upset stomach... gross. I've been pretty exhausted lately too. Every morning it just seems harder and harder to wake up. I've just been one big medical mess lately. Last summer I was sick for a month with pneumonia, toward the end of the summer I started noticing the upper right abdominal pain and started with the gall bladder investigation, I never quite got my normal lung capacity back and now I'm wheezing every time I work out, I've recently started noticing strange intermittent fluttering feelings in my chest... Ben says I'm a hypochondriac, but I don't make this stuff up. I went to the GI doctor on Monday to follow up on my gall bladder stuff, to let him know that the pain hasn't gotten any worse, it comes and goes, but it hasn't stopped. He's doing one more round of blood work and an ultrasound to make sure that nothing new has developed, and as long as those are ok then we're just going to leave it alone unless the pain ever gets really bad or I start having attacks. I don't want to have to experience an attack, but I also don't want to have unnecessary surgery and have to be all careful about what I eat for the rest of my life. So this sounds like an OK plan to me. I'm seeing my primary care doctor tomorrow about the palpitations and my wheezing. I'm hoping to get an inhaler for when I work out, at least until I can see the pulmonologist at the end of the month. And as far as the palpitations are concerned, I'm figuring she'll probably say they aren't anything to worry about, but I'd like to hear it from her instead of just assuming on my own. You hear too many horror stories about people who get sick and noticed symptoms early but didn't think anything of them, and then one day it's too late to do anything about it when it could've been prevented. If I'm going to be a doctor and expect people to come to me before it's too late, I should probably do the same. So, call me a hypochondriac - at least I won't be one of those stories. I will admit that I get a little paranoid and allow myself to worry more than I should about little feelings or pains that I get from time to time. It's true. But when I feel like my heart isn't beating right, I'm going to the doctor about it. Sorry. And when I get nasty cramps in my diaphragm every time I run because I'm having force air into my lungs so hard, I'm getting an inhaler. And when I have a strong family history of gallstones and I start feeling pains where my gall bladder is, I'm having it checked out. That's just how I roll, and I'm not ashamed!
Anyway, moving on... the painting is going well I think. The light walls in the bedroom dried very nicely. They needed a few touch-ups but those dried fine too, so we won't be doing a second coat. SWEET! The dark walls... well, it was a little embarrassing how terrible they looked after the first coat, but after putting on a second coat yesterday (with much better technique and MUCH better roller pads), they look really good. We both LOVE the color and how it's turning out on the walls. I'm optimistic that once it's dry we'll decide it doesn't need another coat, but it's still within the realm of possibility. It was looking great as it was drying yesterday before we left, but who knows how it'll look when it's completely dry. I'm trying to slowly convince Ben that painting dark red on one of the giant walls in the living room might not be a great idea, but he's still gung-ho. The only way we got the dark blue looking so good was to do long, vertical strokes from floor to ceiling after cutting in around the ceiling/windows/corners etc. We can't do floor-to-ceiling strokes on our 17-foot wall in the living room. It's going to have to be done in sections from top to bottom, and I don't see how that's going to work without leaving bands on the wall where two sections meet, no matter how hard you try to "blend" them. We're finding that trying to "feather" or "fan out" dark paint as you go to blend it into the next section you're painting doesn't really work - it doesn't take much of an inconsistency in pressure or amount of paint on the roller/brush for it to dry funny - it HAS to be applied completely evenly. I hear that reds are the most difficult dark paints to put on a wall evenly, and I just don't forsee it looking right without putting at least 3 coats on, given our experience in the bedroom. I think we should stick with more manageable walls for the dark paints, but he still REALLY wants to try it. The problem with "trying it" is that reversing it would be a giant pain (let it dry, probably two coats of primer to cover the red, one or two coats of whatever light color we're going to put on it...), so once we start we basically just have to keep applying coat after coat until it looks right or we have to call in a professional to fix our mess! It's not so much the work of painting that bothers me - we have a good time working on it together - it's the cost of the paint. At $24 a gallon, and about a gallon per coat for that room, it adds up quickly when you start talking 3 or more coats, plus a coat of primer (cheaper, but still an expense) to start. I think we can still achieve the desired effect (albeit in a less dramatic fashion) by sticking with normal-height walls. Even the "normal" walls are 10 feet high, so putting dark paint on those is still dramatic. At any rate, I'm really just praying that we'll be well-off enough to pay someone to paint our apartment back to white again before we move out, because that's gonna be a major pain in the a**.
On the wedding front... invitations went out on Monday, and so far people seem to like them, from what I hear :) It's so nice to get compliments on the little touches that you stressed over and worked so hard on - it's nice to have people notice the thought you put into them. Aside from that, I don't even know what I need to work on. It actually makes me really nervous - I must be missing something huge that's going to jump out and bite me in the a** very soon. We shall see. We're less than 60 days out now, which is really exciting - mostly because I really hate leaving my beautiful apartment with my fiance only to come home and sleep in my childhood bedroom alone. I REALLY want to live there! It's so nice! And I'm paying out the a** for it! I keep saying a**... sorry. So anyway, this month we have a walk-through of the grounds and the ballroom at Turf Valley with our photographer so he can get some ideas and do a little pre-planning, I'm hosting a brunch for my bridesmaids where I hope to use them as slave labor to put my programs together (I love you girls!!!), and final meetings with my Pastor and the church wedding coordinator to get the ceremony details finalized. Like I said, I feel like I must be missing something very important. OH, there's my DRESS, which still hasn't come in. I need to call the bridal shop. It was supposed to be in by the end of March. It is officially April 1st gosh darnit. Actually, I'm gonna go do that right now. LATER!
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