That's me all the way to left at Monday's Ivey Awards Ceremony, on the red carpet. I almost didn't make it there, but I am glad I did.
Monday was all-in-all rough. I wound up in a ton of pain by the end of my workday, plus I could feel a panic attack brewing. I kind of wanted to just curl up and hide. However, I had already purchased my ticket to the show and after party, and promised people I would be there. Once I got home from work, I frantically tried to finish the accessories I started. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel my hand at all, so I just wound up giving up on finishing those, and pulled the first clutch I'd made and added some ribbon to it, and I did managed to finish the choker I was making from a bracelet. I also set my hair, to no avail. I always dream that one day my hair will hold any semblance of a curl, but settled in this case for pinning a few in, hosing it down with freeze spray and hoping for the best. My mantra between work and the party was to breath, don't throw up, breath, don't throw up. I took a vicodin so my pain was tolerable, and prayed I wouldn't have a panic attack. Despite having a minor wardrobe malfunction on the way to the car, I made it to the ceremony without too much incident. I found my friends, a glass of wine, and settled in.
Now, here's a disclaimer, I am shy. I don't do well in crowds, and I don't do well around people I don't know. I expected to ditch the after party early and catch a bus home. Surprisingly, I kept running into people I knew. I actually talked to new people. I networked! I gave my card out to people and pimped my accessory line!! I was among the last there, and figuring out how to get home. It was down to plunking down at a bar stool at the bar adjoining the afterparty and waiting for the hubs to get done with his show to get me, or to going to the club across the street where people I know frequent to see if one of them could give me a ride home. Luckily, a friend checked with me, and mentioned that he and some other folks were getting late night Mexican, so I hitched a ride with a fairly well know local director and actor about town to meet my husband at our favorite divey Mexican place. I was actually sitting at the cool kids table among some of the best know people of the scene! Plus, I got to share at least a small part of the evening with my husband. I also learned that even after several cocktails that cheetos are gross.
Getting to work at five in the morning was a little brutal, but I managed to be bright eyed and bushy tailed. Unfortunately, the memo didn't get to my right hip flexor. It decided to hurt so much I could barely walk. I was going to the chiropractor to get my neck fixed anyway, so the timing was at least good. She worked on it, and told me it was so bad to not try stretching it, and to just put heat on it...not even ice. She also had to adjust my entire leg, as it was twisting in from my flexor freaking out. I proceeded to go home, and take a nap with the heat pack on my hip. I made it to my class, even did okay, then back home to heat. I had to reschedule yesterday's run, as my hip wanted no part of it...it didn't really want a part of it this morning either...but fortunately I managed to get it in this evening, so I am not too off track. My hip/leg/knee/etc are still sore, but in a healing sort of way, as opposed to a screwed up way, so I will take it.
I feel like I have so much to say, but I've been so busy, I haven't been able to catch up. One of these days I will fill in with all the things I've had going on!