Rough Day

Started out with my daily check of the paper and HOLY HECK! The Commissioner's Claims weren't in. Somehow in the Brouhaha of my computer font changing on Friday a wrong thing got clicked on and.... so one of the first things I got to do was call the County Auditor's office this morning and be all humble and groveling. Then had to work on a particularly hard notice of foreclosure/ Sheriff's Sale. One of the typists is one vacation, so normally I would pass it off, but the remaining typist is overwhelmed so I worked very hard on it for an hour and a half and it had a very complicated and hard to read legal description (things like, " running thence 52 feet 46 minutes from a rock located on the center line of Hartstrait Rd 60 degrees southwest northwest 52 seconds quarter..." and it all makes no sense at all unless you are a land surveyor and I SUCK as a copy typist so when it doesn't make sense it is mind boggling). So then I go to get a drink and I wash my glass and I get my ice, lovely ice, and I fill up with water and head back to my desk and I say to Sue, "I really want soda, but I am being so good. I am having water." and together, we applaud my goodness. So I take a big swig of water and THEN notice a big black kinky hair, so definitely not mine, floating under my ice! I couldn't take it. I started crying right then. Probably all y'all know I kind of have a germ thing, a people touching my food thing, a commonly accused of OCD thing. I cried quietly for a couple of minutes, tried to suppress the true sobs, reminded myself of the picture we ran a few weeks ago of the man selling mud pies for people to actually EAT, and that I am happy I am not grateful for mud pies. I did decide at this point, however, that I DESERVE a soda, with sugar... SO I went a washed my glass again and bought a Sprite out of the machine (still half good - no caffeine), on my way back to my desk I though Hmmmm, I cried awful easily over that, so I checked my sugar - 96. About 100 is where I cry easily.

I'm not sure why it got so low. I actually felt like a high protein breakfast this morning which is VERY rare so I cooked eggs with tomatoes, onions, ham, and cheese and drank some grape juice with it. I didn't have any complex carbs, but I figured with all that protein the juice would be okay. So I must have crashed either because of the sugary juice or because of the emotional upset of the missing notice, etc... I read in the Live Journal community all the time of people going so low like in the fifties and sixties - I swear I would be unconscious if I went that low!

Then Gillian came back from sales meeting and burst into tears at her desk, too. Then Nikki came back from a sales call and said she had just been crying in her car! We all had that kind of day! Yuck.

I came home for lunch and made sure to have a balanced lunch of my whole grain, high protein pasta, with chicken and cheese added. I still need to make homemade sauce though, because the store bought is evil. Maybe I can get to that this weekend. I felt better physically this afternoon, but still very, very tired. So I called Michael and asked him to please not have any expectations from me for dinner, but that if he did I was willing to stop and get him Chinese. He was cool with just eating one of the entrees I bought for him at Trader Joe's that was an "Indian Fare" boil in a bag kind of thing, which now he is excited about because he thinks it will be good backpacking food. I just had a peanut butter and jelly and some trail mix for dinner and I think I'm good.

We watched the rest of "The Shawshank Redemption" while we ate and I am so glad Michael finally got to see it, because doesn't every mother love to share with her son a movie about homosexual rape and deadly violence... no about hope in a hopeless situation. "Get busy living or get busy dying."

Now Michael is at the climbing gym, either that or hit by a car and lying by the side of the road - he was supposed to call and tell me if he was going to stay, ahem! I have turned on the heater to make my room all cozy and as soon as I am done typing I am going to put in a load of laundry and then go cozy up to either a good book - I'm on a new Anita Shreve novel - or some good TV. No walking tonight. It's a day off for sure and then back in the saddle tomorrow because M will probably go back to bike project and it is the perfect time anyway.

Happy today for: Friends to cry with me!
Convenience food that is NOT mud pies.
My big exercise ball to sit on when I type that doesn't hurt my circulation and make my feet tinglier after a long day at the desk at work!