Now, I don't really have much to complain about...I know there are awful and sad things happening to people all over the world and that my things are just simple and silly. But I feel like since Dec. 28th, I just haven't been able to be myself! 
I was able to have a surgery to hopefully improve some pain I've been having, and so far, I haven't noticed a change. While that is frustrating, I also have been trying to get into shape...I started a program that would help me be able to run a comfortable 5k in about 8 weeks. 
Well, Monday night, I was PLOWED OVER during PTA skate night. 
Yes, in front of all of the students and their families. One boy from Lexi's class said, "Are you okay Mrs. Chapman?" and then immediately ran to tell his family of my crash and burn. Matt might usually snicker a bit and help me up and make sure I'm okay, but he said this looked BAD. He said I "superman-ed it" and I landed on my right side...my shoulder, elbow, ribs and hip.
I was in bad shape. I no longer felt young and carefree in my roller skates and holding the hand of the man I love. I was now in reality a 30 year old who hit the ground so hard it knocked a rib out of place and made my thigh muscle quit working on its own. FANTASTIC! Matt was worried. I'm pretty sure that with his "WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU DO THAT?" look he scared the crap out of the 17 year old chica who came out of nowhere.
Well, that messed up my dedicated routine. I hadn't missed a running day in 3 weeks. On Wednesday, I went to see the Spine Whisperer AKA Dr. Lincoln Clifford. 
This man works with the BYU football team and I truly believe he is the JEDI MASTER of fixing messed up bodies. 
WOW! My back honestly feels so much better and my rib is back in place. I know, I know..."Is she done complaining yet?" well the answer is, of course, NO! 
I got sick. The day after seeing the wonderful Dr. Clifford I started to feel a little sick. PLUS it was book fair week. I won't even get into my feelings about that. 
I was going to take a sick day on Thursday, but I couldn't. The book fair needed me and its okay...that's life and so I went. By Thursday night, I felt pretty awful. But...I had things to do. A lot of things. I had a rehearsal to conduct and I had a birthday party to throw. 80's style. 
It really was fun. I'm glad we did it. I needed to be around girls and have facials and try to swallow down some yummy treats. BOY am I glad I had no work on Friday. I am sorry that I didn't sleep at all and made my honey stay home so he could take me to the doc. 
They checked me for strep and asked a couple of WEIRDO questions that had nothing to do with my throat hurting so bad...and then told me it was a viral infection, possible bacterial settling in my throat. Basically, a sinus infection in my throat. It hurts worse than strep. It hurts worse than any darn throat thing I've ever had. We went to the store and got my prescriptions and headed home. I took some of my cough medicine and fell asleep faster than I can ever remember falling asleep in the history of forever. 
When I woke up, I needed food...I was hungry but I didn't feel like eating. Our friends helped us out and we ended up going to JCW'S and I got a vanilla shake. We watched some comedy (which I greatly needed to distract me from my woes) and then I went home to bed. 
You know when you have something planned for weeks and you can't wait until you are finally able to do it? That is the only reason why I ended up going with my daughter to the Mother/Daughter Valentine's Craft Day for Girl Scouts. I wanted to sleep til noon. 
It was fun. I was tired. We came home and I pretty much slept for a few hours. We were invited to a game night and I wanted to go so badly! I got all ready to go and was even feeling a little better (I had been on amox for over 24 hours...and I wasn't even contagious in the first place) so we decided to go. 
It was fun. I really loved it. I mean, a bunch of grown ups playing Mafia? AWESOME! But, I pooped out quickly. I was sick and tired. I had a blast...but I needed sleep and my throat in the mornings had been the worst. Plus, I need to bathe Lexi for church. So, we left and went home. 
I slept pretty well...but when morning came??? OUCH! Have you ever swallowed something prickly? 
I tried to help get Lou Lou ready and ended up back in bed until 11:30ish. I'm not a fan...I don't like missing church. I really don't like laying around all day. 
This week has GOT to have better things in store. My library is back to normal, my brother-in-law gets home on Wednesday from his mission, I get to go to Magelby's on a date this Saturday, Kevin's homecoming on Sunday and no work on the 15th...BRING IT ON!
I know I'm being whiny. I know it's not really that bad. But sometimes it just feels good to whine about it a little. I'm feeling better already. Thanks for listening.
I was able to have a surgery to hopefully improve some pain I've been having, and so far, I haven't noticed a change. While that is frustrating, I also have been trying to get into shape...I started a program that would help me be able to run a comfortable 5k in about 8 weeks. 
Well, Monday night, I was PLOWED OVER during PTA skate night. 
Yes, in front of all of the students and their families. One boy from Lexi's class said, "Are you okay Mrs. Chapman?" and then immediately ran to tell his family of my crash and burn. Matt might usually snicker a bit and help me up and make sure I'm okay, but he said this looked BAD. He said I "superman-ed it" and I landed on my right side...my shoulder, elbow, ribs and hip.
I was in bad shape. I no longer felt young and carefree in my roller skates and holding the hand of the man I love. I was now in reality a 30 year old who hit the ground so hard it knocked a rib out of place and made my thigh muscle quit working on its own. FANTASTIC! Matt was worried. I'm pretty sure that with his "WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU DO THAT?" look he scared the crap out of the 17 year old chica who came out of nowhere.
Well, that messed up my dedicated routine. I hadn't missed a running day in 3 weeks. On Wednesday, I went to see the Spine Whisperer AKA Dr. Lincoln Clifford. 
This man works with the BYU football team and I truly believe he is the JEDI MASTER of fixing messed up bodies. 
WOW! My back honestly feels so much better and my rib is back in place. I know, I know..."Is she done complaining yet?" well the answer is, of course, NO! 
I got sick. The day after seeing the wonderful Dr. Clifford I started to feel a little sick. PLUS it was book fair week. I won't even get into my feelings about that. 
I was going to take a sick day on Thursday, but I couldn't. The book fair needed me and its okay...that's life and so I went. By Thursday night, I felt pretty awful. But...I had things to do. A lot of things. I had a rehearsal to conduct and I had a birthday party to throw. 80's style. 
It really was fun. I'm glad we did it. I needed to be around girls and have facials and try to swallow down some yummy treats. BOY am I glad I had no work on Friday. I am sorry that I didn't sleep at all and made my honey stay home so he could take me to the doc. 
They checked me for strep and asked a couple of WEIRDO questions that had nothing to do with my throat hurting so bad...and then told me it was a viral infection, possible bacterial settling in my throat. Basically, a sinus infection in my throat. It hurts worse than strep. It hurts worse than any darn throat thing I've ever had. We went to the store and got my prescriptions and headed home. I took some of my cough medicine and fell asleep faster than I can ever remember falling asleep in the history of forever. 
When I woke up, I needed food...I was hungry but I didn't feel like eating. Our friends helped us out and we ended up going to JCW'S and I got a vanilla shake. We watched some comedy (which I greatly needed to distract me from my woes) and then I went home to bed. 
You know when you have something planned for weeks and you can't wait until you are finally able to do it? That is the only reason why I ended up going with my daughter to the Mother/Daughter Valentine's Craft Day for Girl Scouts. I wanted to sleep til noon. 
It was fun. I was tired. We came home and I pretty much slept for a few hours. We were invited to a game night and I wanted to go so badly! I got all ready to go and was even feeling a little better (I had been on amox for over 24 hours...and I wasn't even contagious in the first place) so we decided to go. 
It was fun. I really loved it. I mean, a bunch of grown ups playing Mafia? AWESOME! But, I pooped out quickly. I was sick and tired. I had a blast...but I needed sleep and my throat in the mornings had been the worst. Plus, I need to bathe Lexi for church. So, we left and went home. 
I slept pretty well...but when morning came??? OUCH! Have you ever swallowed something prickly? 
I tried to help get Lou Lou ready and ended up back in bed until 11:30ish. I'm not a fan...I don't like missing church. I really don't like laying around all day. 
This week has GOT to have better things in store. My library is back to normal, my brother-in-law gets home on Wednesday from his mission, I get to go to Magelby's on a date this Saturday, Kevin's homecoming on Sunday and no work on the 15th...BRING IT ON!
I know I'm being whiny. I know it's not really that bad. But sometimes it just feels good to whine about it a little. I'm feeling better already. Thanks for listening.
