Ms. Thang was born. We planned a c-section for the next week but at the end of my pregnancy, I was suffering some severe swelling and a spike in BP. I tried to convince the doctor to let me have her on the 13th, which happened to be a Friday (because short of a halloween birthday, which I tried for with The Boy and missed, what could be better than Friday the 13th) but she said she only did scheduled c/s on Monday so I had to wait through the weekend.
I was supposed to have her at 8:15, meaning I had to be at the hospital by 6 to get prepped. While I was getting prepped, something bad things happened on the ward and my surgery, being not an emergency, got bumped back. Then, the doctors had to go and actually see patients in the office so I got bumped back even further. The major problem in all this was the fact that I couldn't eat for 12 hours before my surgery which was supposed to be at 8. By noon, I was ready to KILL for food. It wasn't until after 2 that I finally got taken back and doped up for the surgery. I had been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer every day on TV and it was the middle of the 7th and final season. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I was trying to watch an episode when they came to get me. I was irked because I had waited that long, I could stand to wait a few more minutes so I could see the end of the episode LOL
After I had her, they took her back to my room, where my brother was the first person to hold her. I had insisted that I be allowed to attempt nursing in recovery so they brought her down to me after a bit. I tried nursing and she wasn't interested (which was pretty much the story of our lives from then on out) so I held her for a few minutes until suddenly, I felt very sick. I yelled for the nurse who just managed to get me the puke pan before I lost it all over the baby. That was when the recovery nurses decided that she needed to go back to my room LOL
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Friday, May 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Pilates and PE
I figured out why I don't like my Pilates book. It isn't PILATES, it is all crunches and legs lifts. Throw in a fat lesbian or a football coach in the midst of roid rage and you have my high school PE class.
I HATED PE. I hated it all through school. I managed to get into it with every single PE teacher I ever had. In elem school, I kicked my PE in the knee because he thought I wasn't stretching well enough so he decided to help me. He pushed my leg up further than I wanted it so I reared my other leg back and unleashed on his locked knee. I got sent to the principal's office over it.
Freshman year in high school, I told my PE teacher (the fat lesbian)that I would run as soon as she did. She was pissed. Later in the year, she tried to give me a same day detention (against school policy) and I walked out the of the class. She called my mom and mom told her to take a flying leap.
Sophomore year, I got thrown out of my PE class. I refused to dress one day for some reason or another (any excuse I could come up with was good enough for me) and the coach (roid boy) told me that I had to dress. The rest of teh conversation went sort of like this:
Me: yeah, I'm so not doing that.
RB: you are REQUIRED to dress for this class
Me: I'd like to see you try and make me
RB: you will dress!!!! or you can go sit in the office for the rest of the class period.
Me: *thinking* I could sit in the air conditioned office, in a comfy chair or in the hot, smelly gym on the hard floor. DuhI'm outta here.
I flunked PE one quarter and had to quit pissing off the coaches for the next quarter because if you flunked the whole semester, you had to repeat it next year. My junior year, I fully loaded my schedule so I wouldn't have to take PE, because I was "college bound". My senior year, I decided "screw it" and took only the bare minimum of classes to keep me out of PE. It wasn't like I needed the credits. You had to have 16 to graduate and I had that by the middle of my junior year. Without flunking classes, I'm not sure how you could manage to not have 16 credits but some people did.
I HATED PE. I hated it all through school. I managed to get into it with every single PE teacher I ever had. In elem school, I kicked my PE in the knee because he thought I wasn't stretching well enough so he decided to help me. He pushed my leg up further than I wanted it so I reared my other leg back and unleashed on his locked knee. I got sent to the principal's office over it.
Freshman year in high school, I told my PE teacher (the fat lesbian)that I would run as soon as she did. She was pissed. Later in the year, she tried to give me a same day detention (against school policy) and I walked out the of the class. She called my mom and mom told her to take a flying leap.
Sophomore year, I got thrown out of my PE class. I refused to dress one day for some reason or another (any excuse I could come up with was good enough for me) and the coach (roid boy) told me that I had to dress. The rest of teh conversation went sort of like this:
Me: yeah, I'm so not doing that.
RB: you are REQUIRED to dress for this class
Me: I'd like to see you try and make me
RB: you will dress!!!! or you can go sit in the office for the rest of the class period.
Me: *thinking* I could sit in the air conditioned office, in a comfy chair or in the hot, smelly gym on the hard floor. DuhI'm outta here.
I flunked PE one quarter and had to quit pissing off the coaches for the next quarter because if you flunked the whole semester, you had to repeat it next year. My junior year, I fully loaded my schedule so I wouldn't have to take PE, because I was "college bound". My senior year, I decided "screw it" and took only the bare minimum of classes to keep me out of PE. It wasn't like I needed the credits. You had to have 16 to graduate and I had that by the middle of my junior year. Without flunking classes, I'm not sure how you could manage to not have 16 credits but some people did.
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