Tuesday, November 30, 2004
punch drunk playing footsies in the rain
Today was going to be a normal day off and I had so many plans for things that I was going to accomplish. It was rainy, so I was planning on working indoors and organizing the house. But my podiatrist changed my plans in just a matter of moments. It was just a routine checkup on what I thought was a foot fungus. I've been using this cream that was prescribed for a few weeks now, but the problem had still not cleared up. After a few minutes of observation, the doctor felt it was best to perform a punch biopsy on the area. So, I lay sideways while he first of all sprayed an aerosol solution that was very cold and froze the side of my foot. Then he inserted a needle full of some sort of anesthesia in my heel. This was painful. I had to look away and close my eyes while taking some very deep breaths and trying not to say the curse words that were forming in my mind. After a few seconds, my foot was entirely numb. Then he took a punch tool and removed a couple of small circular disks of tissue from the surface of the affected area. Then the nurse and he cleaned the foot and bandaged it. I have an appointment in a week and will find out the lab results then. Tomorrow when I take the bandage off, I will rub some antibiotic cream on the wound and cover it with a bandaid. In the meantime, it hurts like heck, so I've been trying to stay off of it the best I can. I still have to make dinner and go to choir practice tonight. I am playing the organ for a Christmas cantata that will be held in a couple of weeks. It seems like I'm always rushing from one project to the next without taking a breather. Such is life in the fast lane...
Monday, November 29, 2004
an alarmingly rainy monday
Today at lunch I had an extremely "alarming" adventure. I went out to my GMC Jimmy and my keychain did not deactivate my vehicle alarm system. At the same time, my brother John decides to ring my cellphone. So, I talked to him about various things while deciding what to do with my keychain situation. While we were talking, I took apart both of the keychains I had in my purse and cleaned them and put them back together. If this didn't work, I had no choice but to drive over to Radio Shack for new batteries with my alarm screeching. After crossing my fingers and toes and saying a few prayers, I went back outside in the rain and faced reality. The keychains were completely dead. So, I took a deep breath and opened the door manually. The alarm began the cycle of screeching and beeping continuously. Great, it reset. Then I remembered that the guy who installed the alarm told me that after four times of resetting that the alarm would automatically shut off. So, I headed down this highway near work and just kept driving. After the alarm reset three times, I turned around and and started heading back towards town and Radio Shack. After the fourth time of resetting, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then my heart sank as the alarm continued resetting four more times before I reached the mall. There was a moment of silence, so I parked in the middle of the parking lot. As soon as I opened the door, the alarm began sounding again. I walked nonchalantly toward the mall entrance, while people in their cars stared at me and wondered why my alarm continued to go off. I went into Radio Shack and bought and installed the replacement battery in my keychain. I got back to the truck and still the keychain refused to disarm my system. I took the other keychain apart ( losing the screw of course!) and replaced the battery. That keychain didn't work either. So, I hopped back in to the noisy truck and pretended that I was a British bobby, because that was the sound playing in my alarm. People in surrounding vehicles continued to stare, especially when I was stopped at the red light around the corner from where I work, while I blasted some Eric Clapton on the inside. It reminded me of something that you might see on the old "Candid Camera" TV show. I kept a solemn expression on my face the best I could, although the looks on everyone's faces was quite comical. I made my "grand entrance" back at work, not really any better than when I left. After waiting on a few customers, I took the keychains apart again and replaced the screws. Finally one of the keychains cooperated and I was allowed full access to my chariot once again. The only thing that I do wonder about is what would have happened if any police were in the area. What if someone was really stealing my truck? Of course, they would have known how to cut one wire and disable the alarm.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Hello! and Welcome to My World!
I have always had a very unique outlook on life. My beginnings were anything but ordinary. Even my name has a very unusual story associated with it. JANNA- J (first letter of my dad's name, James) AN (first two letters of my maternal grandmother's name, Annie) NA (first two letters of my paternal grandmother's name, Nannie). Another little known fact is that my middle name is Rose. As a good friend pointed out to me one time, I'm a Rose but nobody knows! I was born early one October 23rd (which makes me a Libra/Scorpio cusp!) Sunday morning (1:50AM) after waiting on my doctor to return home from an Arkansas Razorbacks football game. And the rest is history, as they say...