Honeymoon week is over.

So this last week has been a slack week.

I was allowed to sleep.

I was allowed to self medicate.

I was allowed to ask my parents to put my socks on my feet, and to get me a diet gingerale.

I was allowed to not think about real life adult stuff, I was allowed to pretend I was a kid again.(It was blissful.)

.....but then I woke up this morning.....

With a billion things on my to do list.
Things that make me want to stab out my eyes.

Can I please tell you I am really annoyed with Golds Gym. I've heard SO *so* many bad things about them. When I lived in Utah I worked out at 24 hours fitness(that's when I heard everything bad about GG.) We don't have one of those here. So I choose Golds. I was treated very well, given a good deal, and life was blissful. I signed up at Mckenzie Towne location(this will all make sense) but I work out at the Northland location. Apparently their systems are not linked. So when I hired Brett as my personal trainer it was kind of a pain in the neck to get everything situated. We figured it out. The manager at NL is awesome. Jamen has become one of my good friends. He told me that after my knee surgery I could call the MT location and they'd have no problem freezing my account so I'm not paying all this money when I'm not able to work out.(P.S--I pay alot for gym/training...but it's worth it)

So last week I tried calling them. Left a couple messages. I decided I wasn't going to worry about it until this week. So I called today. HOLY HANNAH. Did they make a huge hissyfit out of the whole ordeal.

*Normally you HAVE to come into Golds to fill out all the paper work. (okay, well I'm not in the city, I can't drive, and I can't come in..by the time I can come in... I'll be ready to work out again.)

We can't do it over the phone.(can you fax me the papers so I can fill them out and fax them back to you.) Nope we can't. So I kind of get all sissy, throw a little bit of a fit, throw Jamens name around and suddenly it's okay that everything is faxed to me. Wonderful. Crap. I don't know my parents fax number. Neither of them are home. Ha. they were not impressed with the fact that I needed to call them back with that.

Oh ya. Just one more thing. We need a note from your surgeon saying you can't work out. I kind of wanted to be funny, asking if pictures of the inscions would be enough but decided against that.

.....Make a call to the Surgeons office. His OA(office assistant) is so dumb. I tell her who I am. And before I can even tell her why I'm calling she says

"do I know you?"

--Umm yep, you ask me that everytime I speak with you. I had knee surgery Feb 18th. I left some paperwork for Dr.H to fill out and have faxed to the hospital so my pay can get taken care of. Has he done that yet?

--what paper work? Uhhh, the paper work I gave you as I was discharged. Right before I threw up and had to go to Emerg for an hour...

--OH YA. I remember you. Umm, I don't know where that paper work went. He probably has it.


--Uhhh alright. Well I need a Dr note saying that I can't work out so my memberships can be froze.

Sure thing sweetie. Shoot me an email and I'll have that taken care of right away. Oh ya, remind me about the paper work so I can get on that for you.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This is what I look like right now.

My little Buddy!

Okay isn't this the more adorable picture you've ever seen? Well my parents got this little guy, and last time I saw him he looked like this!

and when I came home last time he looked like this.




Cat's are not my favorite. I'm more of a dog person. A big dog person. Not those stupid little football sized things(those creep me out)

Well this cat. PITA is his name. It stands for pain in the ass. No joke it does. My mom is pretty witty.

This cat acts like a dog. It hangs out with my parents golden retriever. You call it, he comes. You tell him to sit. He sits. Not a normal cat.

He's super cuddily. I love it. He's been my little buddy lately.
I've been pretty much glued to the recliner in my parents family room, cuddled up with a green blanket(I'm cold no matter what). He sits on my lap(off to the left-I taught him fast that the rightside of my body was no where for a PITA to be. I accidentally kicked him sending him flying on the first night I was home. It was a reflex.) He cuddles with me. I just love having him. Anytime I get up to do anything he is right there beside me. My crutches amaze him. He climbs all over them, he attacks them when I walk.

I think this cat has changed my mind. I love cats(well just this one) I may or may not accidentally pack him in my suitcase when I leave.

xo.

L.

My name is Lachele....

and I'm addicted to Calgarydealsblog.com.

It's a shameful addiction. Okay really it's not.
I got a 10 punch pass for MMA kickboxing classes for $10(regular $375)
I told Kait how excited I was. She didn't seem too excited for me.

They have new deals of the day each day, and I can get them if I want.

I've never really been one for online shopping, but over the last week I've found myself, and my shopping karts super full. I'm also debating on a mini mani, mini pedi, and a facial for $39. Who else can get two hours of pampering for $39?

You'd be silly not to scope out this website. They're is pretty much a blog like this for every city.

I'm going to be living a lavish lifestyle for the next few months! Whoever is in Calgay, and wants in on this action. Let me know which package your buying and I'll join you on a spa getaway.

xo.

L.

7 dayyyys

It's been seven days.

Almost to the hour that I got out of recovery.

This week hasn't been as bad as I thought it was going to be. Which is a huge relief. I'm a horrible sick person. Remember.

I'm not in 'alot' of pain. I'm in the achy phase right now. I'm still on crutches. I'll probably be on crutches for another 3 weeks.

I've been with my family for 7 consecutive days. The longest I've been with them in the last 7 years. Everyone still has their sanity. There have been no fights.

It's been funny having my mom and dad put me to sleep this last week. They help me in bed, they pull up my covers, turn on my music, and kiss me on the forehead. I feel like I'm 5 again.

Now it's time for me to start doing something with my time. All I've done is sleep and watch TV. Time to read a good book, look into my spin instructing course, make a few phone calls. If the next 3 weeks go by as fast as this week has I'll be better before you know it.

xo.

L

What day is today?

Who the heck cares what day it is?

----not me.

I am trying to load pics of my knee to blogger but it's not co operating. Is that a sign I probably shouldn't post them? They're really not that bad.

My mom told me today that it's about time I took a shower.
It's been super cold lately. Which means it's been super dry.
Which means I've been itchy. It sucks. Lotion, lotion, lotion.

The pain is minimal. I haven't cried once yet. I told Brett I randomly cry for no reason. That I'd probably just randomly start crying. But I haven't. He'd be proud of me.

Somethings I've been obsessed with lately:
-keeping up the kardashians.
-kourtney and khloe take Miami.
-Diet Gingerale.
-Fibre One bars-Chocolate and Oats (90cals) mmm so good.
-Percocets
-T3's
-My ice machine
-getting more than 12 hours of sleep a night.
-taking two 1hour naps a day

Things I should probably do soon:
-take a shower.
-eat some normal food.
-change my clothes.
-change my underwear.
-read a book.
-think about leaving the house.
-make my physio appt's


I've been facebook stalking my friends. They've been doing so many fun things without me. I thought for sure they'd be in some state of depression with me gone. However this is not the case. Which is making my rather depressed. They've been renting party bus', going to Flame games, going to movies, having dance parties...and I've been in bed by 9pm, I've been eating fibre, and taking pain killers. What I wouldn't give to trade lives with them.

Dearest Friends,

Please stop having so much fun without me. Save some of these super fun things for when I return to you. I hate seeing all of your pictures of facebook. I've been having myself a little pity party. Please miss me long time. I know I fell off the social bandwagon prior to my knee surgery, but wait for me to have fun. The first week is almost over. Only three more. Just be boring for 3 more weeks. Please.

Sincerely a Couped up Crippled.
L.

I'm a Blog Snob

that's right you heard me.

A Blog Snob.

How does that even work? Well when I'm blog stalking people I only ever stalk peoples blogs that have lots of pictures(which mine doesn't. That will change soon. I hope. I know I'm full of broken promises, just give me some time.)

And....

I usually only read the blogs of beautiful people. Rude. I know.

I'm such a hypocrite. Sorry guys. I'm trying to do better.


P.S they stripped some of my hamstring muscle out to create my new ACL so there's a 2inch insicion in the back of my leg and it feels like a REALLY bad hamstring pull. Like really bad. Worse than anything I've ever felt before. It's really uncomfortable. Not to mention my knee is really swollen and it really hurts right now. I'm a pro on crutches tho. Too bad I go from my bed to the family room, from the family room to my bed.

xo.

L.

A new ACL and a bottle of Percocet!

That's right I'm two days post ACL reconstruction.

Pretty rad huh? I've been waiting until the pain was low enough, and I wasn't too high out of my mind to blog....but those two things don't happen too often considering my pain is usually minimal while I'm pretty 'drugged' up.

Thursday night after my parents arrived in Calgary we headed off to Banff. We got to our hotel around 11:30 and I was passed out before midnight. I thought I'd have a hard time falling asleep and that I'd be nervous. I was exausted(slept well) and wasn't nervous at all. I was wide awake at 3am mind you, but those 3 hours of sleep I did get were blissful :) We got to the hospital around 6am for my check in. The nurse got me all settled into my room, got my hospital gown on and she made me mark my surgery knee with a YES. I laid around for about an hour waiting for my Surgeon. He was late cause his car got a flat tire. *I was worried about that, but atleast he showed up* They took me back to O.R where they prepped me for my spinal. (PS. Spinals are NOT as bad as most people have said. I barely felt it) They waited about 10 minutes until I was suppose to be frozen. Dr. Heard started to stick all sorts of feezing needles in my knee, and I could feel it. Omgosh it hurt so bad. Which means I wasn't frozen. My spinal didn't work. Those freezing needles hurt more than anything else(he wasn't too gentle, as he thought I wouldn't be able to feel it) They had to sedate me. During surgery my blood pressure and heart rate dropped so they had to give me oxygen to help my heart rate go back up. I was in recovery for a little while with O2. They wheeled me back to my room right around the time they took my roomie(little 16 yr old soccer player) into the OR. I was pretty in and out of it. They had me hooked up to all sorts of machines, and were giving me all sorts of medication, people were poking and prodding me for the first little bit to make sure there were no adverse effects from all the medication they had to give me. They were waiting for my anesthesia hangout to begin(because they essensially had to give me two times the amount)

I was feeling pretty good. They gave me some percocet, and some antibotics. I slept for a few hours and woke up around the time the percs wore off. It was like clock work. Every 4 hours they gave me drugs, antibotics and changed the ice around my knee. They brought me in some food, but I was more interested in sleeping. My parents said that I had said a couple funny things. Apparently I was pretty adament in my mom not eating the food they brought me. I don't remember freaking out, but it sounds like something I'd do ;) considering she was probably just moving them out of the way. Can you say spaz case?

I had a reaction to something that they gave me, and I became so itchy. They thought it was the percocet so they had to start giving me T3's-which don't really work that well on me, so I was in quite a bit of pain most of the night. I slept alot, but it was pretty horrible sleep. Saturday morning I tricked the day time nurse into giving me more precocets, ha ha suckers.I woke up and was stoked and ready to get the heck outta that hospital. My roomies mom annoyed the hell outta me. *I'm not a nice sick person. I have zero patience* I was discharged around 10am. We walked/hopped up to admitting to give them my paper work and from my unit to admitting I started feeling really queezy, light headed and I was sweating alot. So after being discharged from the hospital I spent 90 minutes in emerg after a shot of gravol and some O2. I was loaded into my parents SUV and away we went.

That was the longest ride home. But I'm home. I'm doing well. I need to wait until Tuesday morning to take my bandages off, but you can garuntee the minute those bandages are off, I will be taking pictures to put on my blog. Stay tuned(or not if you're not into that whole thing) I'm already counting down the days til I can start spinning again.

The pain is similar to that of tearing my ACL. So I kind of know what I'm up against. Today and tomorrow are going to be pretty painful days, but later this week I should be better. Until then I've got my full body of percocet and T3's and my ice.

I'll probably be blog stalking randoms, and writing insane posts that don't make sense. So stay tuned for the bloggings of a couped up cripple.

xo.

L.

Vision.

I keep getting visions of after my knee surgery... using my crutches outside on ice and falling.

It's making me feel sick.


P.S I had my pre op-assessment today. YAY!
three more days.

And I found out I'm allowed to eat until midnight. I think I might make my rents take me out for dinner as soon as they get into the city. mmmm... did you hear that mom. Dinnnnnnner! I'm allowed to eat until midnight. ha ha.

xo.

L.

A post my mom probably shouldn't read.

But because I said that she will.

I live in a pretty good city. Alot of bad things happen, but they never happen around my house. I live in a pretty good part of the city.

Last night I left the gym and was going to stop and grab some diet coke for the girls(yes I hung out with girls on valentines day-go ahead laugh.) It was one step better than my last Vday.--I went to a chickflick alone and cried. ha.

Anyways I went to grab some diet coke before heading over to the pizza/bachelor party and I stopped at the 7-11 in a maybe not so good part of the city. I get out. Lock my doors. I notice a guy standing against the dark side of the building, and another one sitting ON a snowbank with a man who's standing kind of in the light holding all these papers trying to talk to people and show them his drawings. I got a little creeped out but kept walking. He stopped me and started to talk to me but I told him I was in a rush. Just as a glanced back at my jeep I saw my interior light go on(it only goes on if someone tries to open the door while it's locked) I started looking at the man who was trying to break into my jeep(these 3 guys were working together) the man showing me his drawing looked me dead in the eye(I have no problem looking people in the eyes but this dude was creepy) He reached for my hand to try to shake it, and told me "you better get out of here right now".

I jumped into my jeep and seriously sped out of that parking lot so fast. My heart was racing. Those 3 could have easily done something to me..seeing my knee brace they'd know they definately wouldn't have to chase me down. I can't even run.

It was so scary. I HATED that. I got to Paiges and was freaking out. I'm never ever going back to that 7-11 ever again. I still get shivers just thinking about it. The man had a huge scar above and below his left eye. **he reminded me of Scar from Lion King, he looks just like what I would have pictured the lion to look like if he was human. * BAH. Gross.

I've always been a paranoid mess going anywhere late at night on my own. I hate getting home late at night by myself. If there is anyone walking past my condo, or if I see anyone when I'm driving into my community I will wait until I see them pass.

You can't ever be to cautious.


xo.

L.

I have nothing to blog about....

yet I'm still blogging--so you know this is going to be a post full of really random stuff.

This time next week I'll be sitting in a hospital room all bandaged up from the hip down on the right side.

I have to be at the hospital at 6am.
We need to leave my house by 4(If the roads are good) 3 if they're not.
Heaven help me.
I probably won't even go to sleep that night.

I've had 4 surgery dreams now. Ha.

They told me they do worst cases first. Looks like I'm #1(I like being #1, but not #1 for the worst things.) ha.

such is life.

I have so much to do this week. So many people to see(who want to see me before I take a hike for a month)

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Last night while Trainer and I were training he kept saying he couldn't wait to see me walk back into that gym in 7 weeks brace free(I say I'm going back in 6 weeks). Then he proceeded to tell me that jumping squats will be my new favorite thing-and that I'll probably hate him for a while. ha. He knows me all too well. I have a love/hate relationship with being pushed to do things. I love the feeling after I'm pushed but hate the person pushing me ;)

Trainer boy is funny. We get along really well. Last week I thought I had a mini crush on him. That ended fast when he stood beside me for the first time and I was 2(ish) inches taller than him. I could see the top of his head looking down. That's attractive.

What are some good tv series/movies I should try to get my hands on for the next 6 weeks? I've got two seasons left of LOST, and then I could probably start my OTH seasons again, but I want to try something new. Also, any good books? I'm pretty much down for anything that will keep me busy.

xo.

L.

9-1-1

To call out of the hospital that I work at I have to dial 9 then proceed with the number.

Well this morning I went to call a hospital down in Lethbridge to get some info sent on a patient that was coming in and I dialed 9-1-and then my finger slipped and instead of pressing 403 for the area code I pressed 1 again.

911.

I hung up before it dialed so I assumed that it would be fine. I swear the police come WEEKLY to the hospital because of this.

I went to go on my morning break. I came back and there was no one in my office and a note on my computer "Lachele, Call the Calgary police to let them know you're okay."

I had 5 messages left on my voicemail.

I checked them all. 3 were from the hospital security, 2 from the Calgary police.

So I called the security back to let them know I was okay when one of the receptionists lead two officers back to my office.

They had spend the 30 minutes I was on my break looking for me.

Ha. Whoops.

Accident.

I learned today that when you accidentally dial 911 that they'll come(even if it doesn't ring)

Atleast I know if I'm ever in crisis that someone will come looking for me.

xo.

L.

I feel the need to blog

.....but I have nothing to blog about.


Really I don't.

Unless of course

You'd like to hear that I am down to a WEEK(and a bit) until I have my knee surgery.
The last 6 months have flown by, but at the same time it feels like an eternity.

I had a fabulous birthday filled with numerous facebook messages, texts, random voice mails and a wonderful dinner and a party. Amazing. I have the best friends ever.

I'm trying really hard not to get sick. Really hard. It's tough.

My trainer is cool. I thought this was going to be a long year with him. We've become friends. I've been to the gym 6x this week. I worked out with him 3x. The other 3 days I randomly ran into him,and we've worked out together. I think I'm going to have fun with him!

This trainer has hot trainer friends. He introduces me to said hot friends. This is going to be a fantastic relationship.

I've been working out with Brett for 3 weeks. A girl I work with asked me if I had a crush on him yet? Nope. Woohoo. She was surprised...because "you usually end up liking every guy you spend more than 5 seconds with" This statement made me laugh..because it's partially true. However completely false. Go figure. I love friends that know me so well.

I haven't done much this week in way of partying(wings, girls nights,etc) I've needed to recover from my partying from the last two weeks. I'm totally too old for the whole go to bed at 1am and get up at 6 business. I get grumpy- and usually have my first diet coke cracked by 9:15-gross. That's what you do when you don't drink coffee.

I'm thinking after my surgery I want to start pulling 'two a days' working out twice a day. It could be fun. It could just kill me. Only time will tell.

I'm signed up to run a race in August. 6 months post surgery. Wowie. We'll see how that goes,I'm trying to convince Brett to run with me. (I was suppose to run a race in April. That was kyboshed)


Happy almost 10 days til surgery.

xo.

L.