The "One Word Reply" meme has been spreading through Facebook and a parenting site I frequent like wildfire, so I thought I'd share my answers here. I'm lazy, so I'm copying my note from Facebook, and these answers are from Sunday afternoon.
1 Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your significant other? role-playing
3. Your hair? brown
4. Your mother? awesome
5. Your father? confident
6. Your favorite thing? family
7. Your dream last night? unremembered
8. Your favorite drink? lemontini
9. Your dream/goal? organization
10. What room you are in? office
11. Your hobby? reading
12. Your fear? flying
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? here
14. Where were you last night? bed
16. Muffins? pumpkin
17. Wish list item? iPhone
18. Where you grew up? Prattville
19. Last thing you did? debated
20. What are you wearing? t-shirt
21. Your TV? off
22. Your pets? napping
23. Friends? distant
24. Your life? busy
25. Your mood? depressed
26. Missing someone? Mom
27. Car? paid
28. Something you're not wearing? sweater
29. Your favorite store? book
30. Your favorite color? blue
33. When is the last time you laughed? earlier
34. Last time you cried? Thursday
35. Who will resend this? Meredith?
36. One place that I go to over and over? home
37. One person who IMs me regularly? Melinda
38. My favorite place to eat? Provino's
39. Why you participated in this survey? bored
40. What are you doing tonight? knitting
41. Favorite animal? unsure
42. Beach or Mountains? beach
43. Cake or Pie? cake
44. You? tired
You know what I just realized? The numbering on that list is off. Huh. Weird.
Showing posts with label psyche. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psyche. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Did You Ever Just Have One of Those Days?
You know the ones...where you feel yucky for one reason or another, and things just don't seem to go right, no matter what you do?
Yeah - today was one of those days. Mild stomach issues and dizzy spells took care of the feeling yucky part (I have an appointment with the cardiologist on Friday, Mom, I promise!) and the general whining from the CoasterKids, combined with poor service at a local restaurant at dinner time, took care of the rest.
Now that the CoasterKids are in bed and the house is quiet, I'm thinking some mindless TV and chocolate might be in order.
What's your standby cure for those days?
Yeah - today was one of those days. Mild stomach issues and dizzy spells took care of the feeling yucky part (I have an appointment with the cardiologist on Friday, Mom, I promise!) and the general whining from the CoasterKids, combined with poor service at a local restaurant at dinner time, took care of the rest.
Now that the CoasterKids are in bed and the house is quiet, I'm thinking some mindless TV and chocolate might be in order.
What's your standby cure for those days?
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Worry-Wart
(Updated - see below)
I am a champion worrier. I come by it honestly; my mother and her mother before her were worriers, too. (Right, Mom?)
My worries tonight are a little more than my typical neurotic anxiety about molehills, though.
CoasterGirl has been having pain in her hips. This started about a week and a half ago, with no known cause, such as a fall. It tends to bother her most in the morning and at night; up until the last few days, a dose of Children's Tylenol and some walking around would do the trick. The last few days, though, the pain has been worse and has lasted longer, and today it never went away at all.
We went to the pediatrician yesterday - she ordered x-rays and labs, so we spent a good portion of midday today at the local regional medical center having the tests done. (Note to self: must try to make CoasterGirl forget the blood-draw experience today so as not to cause trauma before future tests. The lab guy was friendly and nice, but had quite a bit of trouble finding a good vein. Poor CoasterGirl! He felt so bad that he gave her multiple stickers, character bandaids, toys and a sucker.)
A few of the possibilities are somewhat scary, so I'm trying not to worry until we get the test results back, hopefully on Monday. I'm hanging my hat on the statement by the pediatrician that even the scary options are treatable, so I should really try not to worry.
I'm not doing such a great job.
UPDATE: The pediatrician's office called Sunday evening - both tests came back fine, so at least we know it's not a fracture, a joint problem, or an infection. The bad news is we have no idea why her hips hurt!
I am a champion worrier. I come by it honestly; my mother and her mother before her were worriers, too. (Right, Mom?)
My worries tonight are a little more than my typical neurotic anxiety about molehills, though.
CoasterGirl has been having pain in her hips. This started about a week and a half ago, with no known cause, such as a fall. It tends to bother her most in the morning and at night; up until the last few days, a dose of Children's Tylenol and some walking around would do the trick. The last few days, though, the pain has been worse and has lasted longer, and today it never went away at all.
We went to the pediatrician yesterday - she ordered x-rays and labs, so we spent a good portion of midday today at the local regional medical center having the tests done. (Note to self: must try to make CoasterGirl forget the blood-draw experience today so as not to cause trauma before future tests. The lab guy was friendly and nice, but had quite a bit of trouble finding a good vein. Poor CoasterGirl! He felt so bad that he gave her multiple stickers, character bandaids, toys and a sucker.)
A few of the possibilities are somewhat scary, so I'm trying not to worry until we get the test results back, hopefully on Monday. I'm hanging my hat on the statement by the pediatrician that even the scary options are treatable, so I should really try not to worry.
I'm not doing such a great job.
UPDATE: The pediatrician's office called Sunday evening - both tests came back fine, so at least we know it's not a fracture, a joint problem, or an infection. The bad news is we have no idea why her hips hurt!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
High Anxiety
I mentioned in an earlier post that W and I -- yes, "W" - I haven't come up with a witty pseudonym for Mr. ChelleBelle as yet, and I refuse to use his suggested alternatives on general principle. At any rate, I posted earlier that we will be taking a trip via airplane later this month. Well, what I neglected to mention is that I get nervous flying. Actually, that's an understatement. I am phobic about flying. And now that the scheduled flight is a mere 3 days away, I'm having trouble eating and sleeping, and my stomach is full of butterflies.
It wasn't always this way. I used to love to fly. I loved the acceleration as the plane sped down the runway on takeoff, I loved the spectacular views from cruise altitude, and I loved settling in with a good book and a soda.
So what happened? I'm not sure. I've read that many people develop this fear in their 20s or 30s, as they become more aware of the fragility of life and begin forming their new family units. I was in my early 20s when my phobia began, and traveling frequently (by air) for work. I did have a few rough flights which were weather-related, but I can't really pinpoint when exactly it started. But start it did, and now days (and sometimes weeks) before a scheduled flight, I begin worrying about it. I'm not even sure "worrying" is the right word - I'm not really consciously thinking of flying at all - I just feel anxious. "Dreading" might be more accurate.
Logically, I know that I'm safer on the airplane than I am on the drive to the airport. I know the statistics. But somehow, logic just doesn't seem to work on this particular part of my psyche. The logical part of my brain says "get a grip!" but the other part is screaming "Danger! Danger!" and marveling at how calm everyone else seems to be while it takes a massive effort of will for me to board the plane.
So before most flights, I retake an online Fear of Flying Self-Help Course. It seems to help some.
The most annoying part of all this is the general anxiety level in the days before a flight - it scrambles my brain enough that I find it difficult to concentrate on anything, including planning what to pack and preparing my workload for my upcoming absence. Also, I'm ridiculously irritable and short of patience. Grrr.
It wasn't always this way. I used to love to fly. I loved the acceleration as the plane sped down the runway on takeoff, I loved the spectacular views from cruise altitude, and I loved settling in with a good book and a soda.
So what happened? I'm not sure. I've read that many people develop this fear in their 20s or 30s, as they become more aware of the fragility of life and begin forming their new family units. I was in my early 20s when my phobia began, and traveling frequently (by air) for work. I did have a few rough flights which were weather-related, but I can't really pinpoint when exactly it started. But start it did, and now days (and sometimes weeks) before a scheduled flight, I begin worrying about it. I'm not even sure "worrying" is the right word - I'm not really consciously thinking of flying at all - I just feel anxious. "Dreading" might be more accurate.
Logically, I know that I'm safer on the airplane than I am on the drive to the airport. I know the statistics. But somehow, logic just doesn't seem to work on this particular part of my psyche. The logical part of my brain says "get a grip!" but the other part is screaming "Danger! Danger!" and marveling at how calm everyone else seems to be while it takes a massive effort of will for me to board the plane.
So before most flights, I retake an online Fear of Flying Self-Help Course. It seems to help some.
The most annoying part of all this is the general anxiety level in the days before a flight - it scrambles my brain enough that I find it difficult to concentrate on anything, including planning what to pack and preparing my workload for my upcoming absence. Also, I'm ridiculously irritable and short of patience. Grrr.
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