Before I went to Houston I told myself I was going to have at least one organized space in my crazy construction-zone of a house. I decided to work from the inside out--starting with my closet. In my ideal world, I like to color coordinate my clothes within their own "type" (long sleeve, short sleeve, pants, skirts, etc). Ever since I have moved to Texas (6 months now), my closets have been disaster areas. 1/2 in boxes, some folded, some on hangers, and absolutely no order to the madness. I would find my favorite jeans in a corner on the floor or that new shirt underneath my work out clothes on the shelf. This, among many other things, was making me insane. With a few hours of work, I came away with a perfect closet that makes me smile every time I open the door.
This is my bed after writhing in pain all morning as my kidney stone decided it wasn't happy situated where it had been for the past 2 days and wanted to move. I woke up ready to go to work and the same pain that sent me to the emergency room 3 days ago was returning. I quickly emailed my team and work and told them I wasn't going to be in the office until the afternoon. I took some Vicodin and thought I'd go right back to sleep, sleep through the pain and wake up when it was all over. False. Even heavily drugged I was screaming. I thought I would have to go back to the emergency room, but as Jason was calling around to find a place to take me the pain subsided enough for me to fall asleep. While I was sleeping my little kidney stone happily situated itself somewhere else on its path, and until it becomes restless and moves again I think I'll be feeling fine.
Before I went to Houston I told myself I was going to have at least one organized space in my crazy construction-zone of a house. I decided to work from the inside out--starting with my closet. In my ideal world, I like to color coordinate my clothes within their own "type" (long sleeve, short sleeve, pants, skirts, etc). Ever since I have moved to Texas (6 months now), my closets have been disaster areas. 1/2 in boxes, some folded, some on hangers, and absolutely no order to the madness. I would find my favorite jeans in a corner on the floor or that new shirt underneath my work out clothes on the shelf. This, among many other things, was making me insane. With a few hours of work, I came away with a perfect closet that makes me smile every time I open the door. 
This is my bed after writhing in pain all morning as my kidney stone decided it wasn't happy situated where it had been for the past 2 days and wanted to move. I woke up ready to go to work and the same pain that sent me to the emergency room 3 days ago was returning. I quickly emailed my team and work and told them I wasn't going to be in the office until the afternoon. I took some Vicodin and thought I'd go right back to sleep, sleep through the pain and wake up when it was all over. False. Even heavily drugged I was screaming. I thought I would have to go back to the emergency room, but as Jason was calling around to find a place to take me the pain subsided enough for me to fall asleep. While I was sleeping my little kidney stone happily situated itself somewhere else on its path, and until it becomes restless and moves again I think I'll be feeling fine.
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ReplyDeleteLove the new look! I knew you'd find something more you. Your closet looks spectacular!! Hope that bugger of a kidney stone hurries on outta there.
So sad. I wish I could help. I'm sure Jason is doing great, but the mommy/sister in me wants to come take care of you.
ReplyDeleteHooray for the closet! A girl after my own heart. :)
ReplyDeleteAs for the kidney stone, I am so, so, soooo sorry. I'm so glad Jason was there to help take care of you. There are few things I hate on earth more than seeing you sad, sick, or both. HORRIBLE. It's horrible to see you so miserable and to feel so powerless.