What a week, eh? Most of y’all getting ready for BlogHer; the rest of us wishing we were getting ready for BlogHer.

My week has been one of my standard weeks, in some ways, of the past few months of “no official position, but still lots of work to do.” Some days I was able to stay home and work, doings lots of email and planning and, also, for the sake of full disclosure, reading the Emily series for the eleventyMILLIONTH time (LOVE).

Other days were so jam packed with meetings and deadlines and OHMYGOD is it REALLY FUCKING 5:00 ALREADY, WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!  (Hello, my name is WonderSpot, and I’m a Caps-Lock-Aholic.)

The big filming project is in the editing stages, except for 1 additional day of filming that’ll take place while I’m in MAUI (thank GOD!). This is good; I think preproduction and postproduction are my favorite parts. The actual production is fun, sometimes, but mostly the fun gets eclipsed by stress and nerves and not enough sleep or booze. However, it does mean I’m traveling to LA a lot to meet with the editor (whom I love, along with his perfectly adorable 2 month old baby, who looks like she’d taste like the center of a Cadbury Cream Egg…or, erm, something). I like going to LA. I wax nostalgic about the time I spent living there. I get to see John, the bestest best friend in the whole wide world. And I get to feel cool when I tell people “Oh, sorry, I can’t make that meeting, I have to go to LA to edit.”

It does, though, take quite a bit of time. And often, this time comes from my weekends. This is not normally too bad, except, I suddenly realized during my most recent commute home, that I had just used up my last weekend before we go to MAUI (this weekend does not count; working 30+ hours in 3 days is not a weekend).

Needless to say, I have not packed. I hate packing, and will probably do it in 20 minutes before the taxi comes to take us to the airport. I did manage to get a load of laundry done, so hopefully we each have enough clean underwear to get us through. If not….well, I plan on spending most of my days in a swimsuit anyway.

Yesterday was the grand opening of a new campus building for our university. I’d forgotten how much it hurts to stand and walk in heels for more 30 minutes without sitting down (yeah, try 6 hours). But, the event was a success, and I got to have a yummy drink with the chef (champagne and some sort of fruity liqueur).

Last night, I started to notice That Feeling of Impending Illness.

Today, Commencement Prep Day, I took a Claritin in the morning to try and get me through (I have so much post nasal drip that I sound like an 80 year old man with a 4 pack a day habit; I’m hot), forgetting, OF COURSE, that decongestants hit me harder than vodka shooters (ew). I am not exaggerating when I say that while I was trying to train my staff on the chain of events for tomorrow, I would space out for 30 seconds, MID SENTENCE, and then forget entirely what I was doing, or why. I was also a complete snot to one of the over all event coordinators, because I was spacey and forgot something, and she called me on it (and she called me on it more nicely than she would if I had just presented her with a two pound box of See’s candy). I’ll apologize first thing tomorrow, or I’ll feel like a total ass for my entire vacation.

Tomorrow is the actual Commencement Day. I have to be there at the butt crack of dawn. It’s a lot of work, sure, but I actually really like it. I’m a sucker for Pomp and Circumstance and I like knowing that, even in a small way, I’ve helped someone get their degree.

Then, JS and I will come home, frantically pack and wipe down the kitchen counters, and drop Tonks off at my boss’s house, whose son will be dog sitting. OH YEAH. Speaking of Tonks, we noticed she was limping, and after a few hundred dollars and a single trip to the vet, we have the diagnosis of a “sprain” and 5 prescriptions for her (they also found an unrelated ear infection). So, instead typing up my simple little notes on how to care for the beast, I now have a three page medical manifesto to deliver to a teenager who thought he’d be caring for a fun, happy go lucky dog.

I’m betting 10 to 1 that I’ll end up in tears after dropping Tonks off, though. She totally has me whipped. (But, c’mon, isn’t she the cutest dog EVER?!?!)

That’s about it, I think. I won’t take any medicine tomorrow until I’ve managed to find my staff, apologize for my being an utter DUMB ASS, and things are rolling. Then I’ll run to the bathroom and take my sudafed like a junkie waiting for a fix.

JS and I leave on Sunday, and I can hardly believe that it’s already time to go. I’m so excited. I’m also in desperate need of a real break, so this will be perfect.

I hope everyone had a wonderful time at BlogHer! I can’t wait to read up on all the stories.  Posting will be infrequent while I’m gone, but I’ll at least try to get some photos up a few of the days. I’m also going to ask the infamous John to write a post or two, only, I haven’t asked him yet, so I’m not sure if that’ll pan out or not. Ask him about the time he got me drunk and I assaulted a gang of deserted motorcycles on the Sunset Strip in LA.

PEACE OUT!

Technorati Tags: Health, Work, Life, Maui, Vacation, Tonks

I actually meant “sometime before the new car smell wears off.” I wasn’t lying to you, InterWebs, I promise. Why you gotta be like that? You’ll get the car pictures.

Right now, though, you get to listen to me whine about oozing, itchy eyes. LUCKY YOU! The worst part of pink eye, other than the obvious discomfort (and OH MY GOD, I don’t remember it being this miserable as a child), is the feeling that you’re a nasty, unhygienic who wipes her nose on the back of her hand and then rubs her eyes.

Well, I am not that person. Sure, I may skimp on the hair washing now and then, but I’m clean! I don’t smell! I wash my hands compulsively! So, I have decided to blame this disease on the dog. She has no scruples when it comes to what she licks. It must be her fault. It’s a good thing she’s cute, otherwise this might be the end of our friendship.

You’d think Tonks would feel a little guilty, perhaps, for giving her Mistress such a terrible affliction. Well, you’d be wrong. Tonks is nothing short of ecstatic that I am home to play with her all day. She doesn’t seem to mind that I have a shit load of work waiting for me at the office. (Then again, since I just discovered Discovery Health Chanel, I don’t mind nearly as much as I should…that shit’s addictive.)

In other health related news, I’ve been researching popular OBGYN’s in the area…finding a doctor is NOT easy. I mean, it’s easy to find ones on the insurance plan and what not, but finding one who doesn’t make you cry, or who won’t be blase about worrisome symptoms is an entirely different matter. It’s not that I disliked my old Woman Doctor, it’s just that I didn’t love him…nor his office staff. When I had bleeding after the positive HPT, they were dismissive. Same with the cramps that followed. When I did eventually miscarry, the doctor returned my call with a “I’m not surprised.” WELL THANK YOU VERY MUCH. They then told me to take Motrin for the pain. I finally got some codeine out of them, and they didn’t seem too concerned when I developed a reaction to it. I had to ask them TWICE to add it to my chart.

So, I went on a hunt. I looked up doctor ratings on various sites. I called one place, but the lady who answered the phone was snotty…it may not be indicative of the entire office, but still, not the first impression I was going for. She also didn’t understand what it is I was looking for in the appointment (are the words “pre-pregnancy consultation” THAT difficult? She put me down for a pap instead. NOT THE SAME THING.) Then I found a doctor who was listed in San Diego’s top 100 doctors. Funnily enough, the long waiting list only made me more sure that I want to see this particular doctor. So, there ya go. I’ll maybe meet my new Woman Doctor sometime in September. Hopefully he won’t be an ass and his staff won’t be incompetent.

Since this has essentially turned into a WonderSpot Health Report, I am also THRILLED to let you know that I am completely off of my Lexapro! It took much longer than I expected, especially the last drop off (once I starting cutting the pills into eighths, it just got a little ridiculous). I went through a minor withdrawal period, but nothing so bad as what I’ve experienced before. I feel fine, AND I think I’m already starting to shed a little of the 15-20 pounds I gained from being on it. I’m being very conscientious about monitoring for returning depression symptoms, and taking steps now to prevent them (bah! another reason for doctors to push exercise: it combats depression…jerks). I’m really looking forward to this summer being a time to return to good health WITHOUT chemical assistance.

Technorati Tags: Health, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Depression

148.

148. One hundred forty eight.

As in pounds. ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT POUNDS. I’m barely 5′3″. OK, so I’m not. I’m 5′2″ and some odd. Where am I storing all of this weight? Did I accidentally wear my lead underpants tonight? Is that what happened? Are my earlobes hanging down to my shoulders? Did I suddenly become Wolverine and my bones are made of titanium? Am I magically pregnant, cause, dude, I may not know much, but I’m pretty sure that having a period negates that concept.

I hate to be That Girl who obsesses about her weight. I’m normally not. I mean, sure, I like my clothes to fit me, but I’m not coveting the figures of the Olsen Twins or anything.  I haven’t gone up a pants size recently. Sure, I’ve noticed a little more tightness than usual, but I just figured….well, frankly, I ignored it. Sheesh.

148.

If I start smoking again, will I suddenly drop 30 pounds? PLEASE? Cause I’ll totally do it. Black lungs be damned.

Over a year ago I had a trainer…and I was in better shape before him than I apparently am now. I’m eating healthier than I ever have. Organic veggies, whole grains, fish and chicken, very little red meat….I don’t drink beer (eww). I love cookies and ice-cream, but those are treats, not regular parts of my life. Even my Frapuccino’s are light and infrequent! Dude, I stopped cooking with cream, the staple of the delicious Goldy Cook Book! I play tennis; I go for hikes; sure, I have a desk job now instead of working at Camp where I never stopped moving (also, never stopped. Read: 120+ work weeks. Not kidding.), but I’m not a complete couch potato!

The only thing I can think of is the medication I’m on. I started on 10mg, and now am on 20. The last time I gained weight like this is when I took Remeron, a different type of the same sort of med.  Luckily, I already knew that I didn’t want to be on Lexapro long term this time, but this is ridiculous! No, I’m not crazy, I’m not going to go off of medication simply because of weight gain, but I’m doing well and have been for some time, and my doctor and I have already discussed me coming off of it, so no need to worry about being impulsive about coming off of medication unsupervised.

148? No. Way. No freaking way.

In another discussion I’ll go more into my love/hate relationship with anti-depressants and other psychopharmapsueticals, but not tonight. Tonight I need to focus on not hyperventilating and remind myself that I have a realistic plan to get back to a normal weight for my size.

Back to your normal programing soon.