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dolariWEDNESDAY
I got jabbed in the arms and hands TWELVE TIMES trying to get blood out of my body, but it just wasn't gonna happen. Aftre thirty minutes the nurse looked at me and said "Would you mind coming back when you have some blood?"
Dropped the truck off for it's final repairs, and walked home...and drew like crazy.
THURSDAY
I'm no spring chicken. I keep thinking I'm 18, not 28. I keep thinking I'm 175, not 275. I keep windering why the hell I forget it's July. My truck was ready WAY earlier than I expected it to be, so instead of having Dean's car to at least GET to the truck, I had another two mile walk waiting for me.
But wait!
You have a bike! It's only two miles, you can do it!
Now, a year ago around this time, you can read about another Bike Adventure Jenn had, where she nearly died of heatstroke a few scant miles from her friend's house. Determined not to let that happen again, I chilled a bottle of water.
Right, like that was gonna help.
I left the house, only to find the bike was VERY flat, and made the first half mile or so feel like I was driving through mush. After a quick fill up, the rest of the trip was exhausting, but I made it. Shelled out another $800 to get my truck from the shop and went home, took two showers (which didn't seem to "take") a pint of chocolate icecream, a freezing house and near nakedness just to cool off form thirty minutes on a bike in the sun.
I need to get back into shape.
FRIDAY
THEY KEEP COMING AND COMING! My god, there wasn't a break from the calls! Not a one. And not only that, they were all grumpy people who had sat in the call queue for an hour and a half, and were IN THE WRONG QUEUE. THEY JUST KEPT SCREAMING AND COMPLAINING AND SIGHING AND...AND....
::collapses::
I got jabbed in the arms and hands TWELVE TIMES trying to get blood out of my body, but it just wasn't gonna happen. Aftre thirty minutes the nurse looked at me and said "Would you mind coming back when you have some blood?"
Dropped the truck off for it's final repairs, and walked home...and drew like crazy.
THURSDAY
I'm no spring chicken. I keep thinking I'm 18, not 28. I keep thinking I'm 175, not 275. I keep windering why the hell I forget it's July. My truck was ready WAY earlier than I expected it to be, so instead of having Dean's car to at least GET to the truck, I had another two mile walk waiting for me.
But wait!
You have a bike! It's only two miles, you can do it!
Now, a year ago around this time, you can read about another Bike Adventure Jenn had, where she nearly died of heatstroke a few scant miles from her friend's house. Determined not to let that happen again, I chilled a bottle of water.
Right, like that was gonna help.
I left the house, only to find the bike was VERY flat, and made the first half mile or so feel like I was driving through mush. After a quick fill up, the rest of the trip was exhausting, but I made it. Shelled out another $800 to get my truck from the shop and went home, took two showers (which didn't seem to "take") a pint of chocolate icecream, a freezing house and near nakedness just to cool off form thirty minutes on a bike in the sun.
I need to get back into shape.
FRIDAY
THEY KEEP COMING AND COMING! My god, there wasn't a break from the calls! Not a one. And not only that, they were all grumpy people who had sat in the call queue for an hour and a half, and were IN THE WRONG QUEUE. THEY JUST KEPT SCREAMING AND COMPLAINING AND SIGHING AND...AND....
::collapses::
