hypochondria strikes again

May 7, 2013

The right side of my neck has been hurting for a couple of days, throat just started hurting today, and just checked my temp and have a fever. I appear to be sick…again. 2013 has been the year of sickness. So, after realizing I have a fever, my natural inclination is to hit the internets to try to figure out what could be the cause of this illness. I google “swolen lymph node on one side of neck” and come to my first link. Options:

1) mono [I have been extremely tired recently so this is possible],
2) laryngitis [voice is fine so I guess that’s not it], and
3) sore throat.

Hmmm. I’m gonna go with sore throat for now, since I’m just getting over a cold and I can’t have mono during the summer. That won’t work for me. But let’s check another link – I’m sure there’s got to be some other options. After a couple more fairly useless links, I stumbled upon this great blog post. Please read and enjoy.

Anddddd…that’s my cue to go to bed so I can fight whatever it is. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m not a doctor, even though my self-diagnosis accuracy rate is usually at about 75%. 80 on a good day.

Okay, good night!

– Sara

 

 


shock and awe

February 8, 2013

I obviously need to blog more. And I obviously need to post more pleas for help, advice, goods, and materials on this blog. Because guess what? Someone bought me Mumford tickets.

Shock and awe.

This is how it went down. I woke up this morning, oddly before my alarm went off. I shut my alarm off; my alarm as of late has been the Sleep Cycle app. Each morning when I awake it asks me what kind of mood I’m in when I wake up, providing one of three options: 1) green smiley face, 2) yellow somber face, or 3) red angry face. I am not a morning person, so it’s generally a yellow and on occasion, red. I should have known something good was in store because my first inclination was to choose green. Odd considering my sleep quality for the night was only 66%, but that’s besides the point and we don’t need to debate the merits of this app here.

After waking up on the right side of the bed, I did my usual routine – check all email inboxes, twitter, Facebook, and foursquare while lying in bed. This generally takes about 15 minutes and always means that I will be running around at the very last minute trying to get out the door. All because I didn’t set my alarm early enough to plan for the 15 minutes utilized to check every possible social media outlet prior to getting out of bed. Again, besides the point.

I make it to my gmail account and find a number of messages. A never ending email thread from a friend (JK) containing random banter. An email from Dave asking how bad the damage was (he apparently read my blog and wanted more info – whoops, thought his mom told him). Then, another email that simply read:

Happy birthday elder Barber.

Love,
Ant

Two attachments were included with the email.

My first thought upon reading this was that Ant was playing one of her usual jokes on me, so I’d open it to find something utterly absurd, hilarious, and very characteristic of Ant.

My second thought was to question whether it was actually my birthday. I honestly had to contemplate this. Not surprising considering last weekend I couldn’t remember my own age. Picture this. After a wonderful day of skiing, a couple of us wound up at a bar on Capitol Hill to catch the Superbowl. A friend, Sally, and I were randomly talking about another friend of ours who we’ve known for years but always seems to remain the same age. Jokingly, she said that she’s always known him to be 37. But he can’t still be 37! Sally then asked me how old I was, to which I responded “33.” But, I began to question my own response. Am I 33? This led me into straight up panic mode. First, because I couldn’t remember my own age. Second, because it was starting to dawn on me that my initial response was likely incorrect – I may actually be 34. I even texted Mo for confirmation.

Sara: How old am I?
Mo: Old.

Awesome. Not receiving confirmation from Mo, I was forced to do the math: birthdate minus current date. The inevitable was then confirmed – I am 34. Continue freakout mode and the realization that I am edging ever so close to 35.

Back to the issue at hand. After first thinking it was a typical Ant joke, then questioning whether or not it was my birthday, I proceeded to open the email to find two floor seats to the Wednesday Mumford show.

Hold up, I think. This was too improbable and cannot possibly be real. These tickets are running at $250 a pop right now on Stubhub. So my third thought, since I was still in bed and groggy:

Am I still dreaming/sleeping?

After staring in amazement and pure awe at the tickets, opening both attachments, and re-reading said email, it did indeed appear to be true. Ant had sent me two tickets to see Mumford on Wednesday night. Not only that, but they are coveted floor seats. All as a birthday gift, and my birthday is not until August (I think).

Currently, I am floating on a cloud of excitement. After a week of hell at work, this really takes the cake. What a day so far. I don’t even know what to say or how I could ever repay Ant for this amazing gift. I’ve already blocked out my Wednesday afternoon so that my friend and I can get to the Patriot Center early for a prime spot. So. Damn. Excited.

Thank you Ant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no idea how I could ever repay you for this. Simply amazing.


DC metrobus

October 23, 2012

Is there anything grosser than knocking your head mistakenly on the way off the bus on one of those yellow plastic hand holders that hang from the ceiling? I think not.

Please see here for prior OCD posts. To be clear, I am only OCD about door handles and the like touching my hands. Or something that other people commonly touch also touching my skin. NBD


ditziest Barber?

September 17, 2012

For the past month or so, with the weather getting cooler, I’ve been opening most of the ten windows in my apartment to get some air flowing throughout the house. Working from home today (win), I just went out to drop off some recyclables only to walk back and notice that even though my windows were open, there were indeed storm windows down, i.e – no airflow was running through the screen and thus the apartment. I only noticed this because I saw the reflection of the glass upon walking in. After realizing that I was indeed at the correct building, I deduced that for the past month, even though I had the windows open, I was NOT getting fresh air due to the storm windows being down. Wow. I never cease to amaze myself.

Laying on my new couch now, enjoying the fresh air, and just taking in this newfound tranquility. Phhhhhhh


Mountain lions, coyotes, bobcats oh my!

July 19, 2012

So rather than researching how to protect myself from getting shot in DC, I find myself researching how to prevent getting mauled by a mountain lion.
Today on our neighborhood listserve, someone reported what appears to have been a mountain lion sighting. After some intense research (google search on iPhone), it appears as though there very well could be mountain lions here in the burbs.

I actually still live in DC, and tend to use the term “burbs” very loosely. But regardless of the distance from U Street and location in DC, McLean Gardens is indeed very burb-like. That being said, one would think that they are safer moving out to the burbs. Safer from our fellow humanity; yes. But safer from wild animals; apparently not. Just when you think you are safe from harm, you now have to worry about mountain lions living in your backyard. Just a day in the life…


v-day

February 14, 2012

Hi there. It’s Valentine’s Day 2012. So happy v-day! I say (or write) that not in my usual sarcastic tone. I actually like Valentine’s Day. Sure, it’s a Hallmark holiday, but I enjoy what the holiday stands for. And that is love. Even if I’m not “in love” with someone, I love the idea of love. Love makes the world go round people. Embrace it.

To illustrate how much I love love, I will mention that I considered at one point to tattoo the Kanji symbol for love on my foot, until my Asian friends in the know told me that it was too common and tacky.

But I still love the symbol. I decided that if I do get a tattoo, and I went with a Kanji symbol, I’d go with the word “truth,” because truth to me can mean a number of things, including love. So I went a bit deeper than the everyday person who has the Kanji symbol for love tattooed on their foot. Go big or go home.

But I digress. My point is – love. Celebrate it – whether it be love for your significant other, your hobbies, your family, your friends, your job – just love it. Appreciate what’s in your life, even if you are going through a difficult time. Things will get better. And love what you do, where you go, what you see. It makes life more enjoyable.

Love you all (well, most of you). 😛

Sara


Let’s play a game

February 9, 2012

What’s worse for me?

  • Breathing in second hand smoke every day;
  • Cockroaches of the American (and now German!) variety crawling on my stuff and me;
  • Toxicity from pesticides sprayed in my apartment to keep the bugs away; or
  • Living with the constant threat and applicable worry of a roach crawling on me when I sleep.
Man, I am just living the dream. I can’t wait to find a place and get out of here! A real estate agent I just interviewed last night will be taking me around to view some places this weekend. I can’t wait.
P.S. I’m voting for second hand smoke. I HATE smoking! I don’t get how people do it, especially the chain smoker in the unit next to me. I really don’t get it. Although I’d guess the pesticides I’m living around aren’t very good for me either. I officially hate this apartment.