I said I was going to start blogging regularly again in JULY and it’s now the end of SEPTEMBER. Seriously, where did the time go? It bothers me a lot when I look back and can’t remember entire weeks (or even worse, months) of my life. It makes me feel like time is slipping away at warp speed and I’m not doing enough to truly enjoy it. But I imagine this is what life is like for a lot of people. We work, we come home, we spend time with our loved ones, and we get back up and do it all over again the next day. Such is the life of those who aren’t independently wealthy.
Work was all sorts of crazy during the month of September. I worked over 50 hours of overtime in a little over 3 weeks, which is pretty substantial for me. My work weeks are usually 40 hours on the dot. September is the end of the Government’s fiscal year and I’m always busiest during that time. It feels strange to admit this, but I don’t remember portions of this September. It seems like all I did was work, eat, and sleep. Today, however, is the last day of the month and tomorrow marks the start of a quiet and more predictable stretch of time ahead. I personally cannot wait. This past month has really worn me out.
I do remember one important thing about September 2010. For the first time in my life, I was admitted to the hospital. Towards the end of August, I developed a pretty serious case of poison ivy in my left arm and, somehow, one of the open poison ivy sores became infected by bacteria. Lo and behold, that bacteria spread and caused a condition in my arm called cellulitis. (Google that shit, it’s no joke.) I went to see my doctor on September 7th thinking that the poison ivy was causing all of the pain and inflammation and that she would prescribe some sort of cream for my arm. Well, she ended up sending me to the emergency room. They admitted me within an hour so that they could administer IV antibiotics and fluids. Apparently, the bacterial infection needed aggressive treatment. They discharged me the next afternoon with a double prescription for oral antibiotics to kill any remaining bacteria and strict instructions to return to the emergency room if my arm flared up again or I developed a fever. Here are some super fun pictures documenting the whole event…
This is what my arm looked like before I went to my doctor’s appointment. Pretty gross, huh?
And this was my super awesome IV (which seems to have permanently damaged the vein in my hand because it now sticks up and looks all lumpy).
And this is what I did while I was in the hospital for two days. I worked. Because I’m apparently THAT DEDICATED to my job. The nurses found my dedication amusing (and kind of sad).
So that my friends, was September.
I can’t think of anything eventful that happened in August. It was damn hot outside, that’s for sure. Oh! And the husband and I went to my family’s cottage for a week. I’ll dedicate an entire post to that sometime soon.
I’m really looking forward to a much quieter October, full of crock pot meals, cozy sweaters, pumpkins, donuts and cider, and the leaves on the trees in the woods behind our house changing colors. I absolutely love and adore this time of year!
