Monday, May 14, 2012
Update from my last blog...
I had the choice of going to my daughter's scholarship reception OR study group for a supplemental certification for work. I chose to attend the scholarship reception. SO glad I did!
At first, I thought, "Hey! This is my job. My daughter will understand." Then, I knew since this is my oldest child and she looked (her expression) as if she wanted me there, I couldn't let her down - family first!
So, why have I been scratching like the Dickens? Heck! I dunno. Something bit me...? Allergy to something...?
When my boss called me over to inform me about what to discuss with the 7th grade team (I'm the team leader), her eyes popped out of her head as she asked, " What the heck is that!"
I nonchalantly said, "I dunno. I think it's a ringworm or something." This was my bulging, red forearm.
Long story short.
She insisted I let the school nurse look at it and seek immediate attention. NOTE: INSISTED!
While at the doctor's office, I couldn't scratch my stomach, so I patted it hard.
Yes, this was a funny site. The nurse even laughed. Boy was I ready to scratch a crater in that bad boy! That would have certainly been a method of trimming my abs! *insert laughter*
I must say the most painful part of the process was getting on the scale with my clothes on.
(I usually weigh in the buff.) With one eye opened, I noticed gain. AH *^$%#!
Did I mention, I stopped thinking about the itching at this point?
Well, I forgive myself for the times I didn't measure, workout, ST, or drank insufficient water.
I have decided to MOVE ON, take my Allegra, rub my $15 cream on my wounds, and let the wind whip through my hair as I drive away planning to pound the pavement as soon as I get off work.
That's my cue...Gotta go!