Birthday Woes

This is the birthday boy:How cute is he, right? We celebrated the 'dreaded 21st' by having a low key evening at home with Supermario for Wii and of course getting a little schwasty. The the schwasted part was mostly on kyle, being his birthday at all. I had a few sips of Gin & Tonic but other than that I was just drinking soda. Our friends who live in the same complex came over for a bit and overall we all had a nice time.

But that was Saturday night... let me back it up to saturday morning. And by morning I'm talking 2am. I was having this dream, and for me dreams are never pleseant. My dreams are everybody else's nightmare. Ugh, it gets really annoying. Anyway, I was having this dream that someone was making me stand on hot coals for some reason or another and I couldn't move my feet, and yet I really had to move my feet because, well, I was standing on coals and they were burning! Well, I was stressing out/freaking out so much in my dream that I woke myself up to find that indeed my feet were burning up. So I go to kick off the comfortor and stick them infront of the fan for a cool-off, but lo and behold! I couldn't move my feet.

Plan B: I tried to move my arm to manual move the comforter away from my feet with my hand... and what do you know? I can't move that either. So then, I figure out that not only is my arm and foot imobolized, but gosh darn-it my whole body can't move! At this point I'm getting flashbacks to the time my dad thought he was having a stroke and couldn't move his body, so he was carted off in an ambulance. I know I've got a serious case of arthritis going on and ibuprofen is needed asap. Well, I go to turn my head towards the sleeping birthday boy when I realize its not just my normal arthritis joints hurting, (knees feet fingers elbows wrists) but rather every single joint in my body including my left jaw joint. This made speaking difficult as well as swallowing.

I finally managed to make sound out of my throat and work my jaw to open slightly, just enough to mumble some words. "Ibuprofen, feet on fire, pain, please?" And now that I've slightly awoken CF kicks in with the need to cough. This is when I realize my spine joints are hurting. And there are a lot of joints in your spine. I couldn't breathe deep. This is the point I started to cry, and then I realized I can't cry because everything hurt too much to cry, so I quickly stopped sobbing and went for the silent tears option.

After assessing this situation a bit further it was decided, ibuprofen was not going to cut it, not even close. Bring out the illegal stash of codeine! Thanks to Ron and his Canada trip (you can buy Tyenol w/Codeine OTC in Canada. So jealous). Well, just my luck kyle couldn't find it. So I take the ibuprofen and my temperature because according to kyle I was "burning up." The least of my concerns when I'm laying in bed paralyzed.

After another 30 minutes of agonizing pain, I decided I had to get up to find this special tyenol, because I know I have it, especially for occasions like this. Kyle helps me sit up, first accomplishment, yay! Hobble out of bed, funny site --we would have been cracking up if I wasn't a 10 on the pain scale-- and finally I found the miracle in a bottle. It took a little bit to kick in, so for that time I sat right next to my medicine tower and waited. Finally, finally, it kicked in and I was able to start working my joints. I took an assessment of what hurt the most, check this list out!

Feet (my feet were killing me because they were so swollen and hot! lol)

Ankles

Knees

Right Hip

Spine?

Right shoulder

Right elbow

Left elbow

Wrists

Hands

Fingers

Neck?

Left jaw joint

Phew. That was a big list. Its bizarre because I've had episodes of arthritis like this before, but only ever in my knees/feet ankles wrists and maybe elbows. Never major 'big' joints, such as hips or you know, the spine? And my jaw?? Yea that one was weird.

Amidst all this crying, pain, and hobbling, I look over at kyle and go "Ohhhh, yes, happy birthday?" and we both kind of giggled. Oh the life with CF.

That's all.

My vest is done and it's time to get ready for work! (Which I will be starting SUPER early tomorrow as in 6am? Ew.)

Trusting in...I'm not sure but I'm trusting in it anyway.

So as preacher man aka Nate, who is a priest in training? I have no idea -- but as preacher man would say that sometimes "coincidences are really just a sign of something more" -- I might actually be starting to believe it!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to be a jesus loving freak ( no offense if he's your homeboy, I've just never really dug the whole 'religion' thing) -- but I do believe in 'fate.' And, I guess you can say, I have some sort of 'beliefs' even if they don't exactly match any specific relegion. Now, with that said... Here's my crazy story.

It all started with taking a year off of school. I know I needed something to fill my time with or I'd go crazy. So lazily, out of curiosity really, I checked my sittercity account and found a job in Williamsburg that I applied to. It wasn't anything special, it was exactly what I was looking for but hey, what the heck. Well, I had been checking it once in a while because I didn't hear back from anyone else.

Well, then, my car broke! It wouldn't start, it would just crank and crank but never catch. I rushed it over to my friend Joe the mechanic (he's this really jolly old man at Auto Merchants) and he said he'd fix it up in a jiffy. Well, a jiffy costs quite a bit, and I already feel guilty making my dad pay for everything but getting money from my mother is just suchhhh a hassle. She always puts me in the middle with the good 'ole "Well, I'll pay half and your father can pay the other half" nonsense. So, I took the bullet and paid for it myself. Which led me to check sittercity again to see if the person I emailed ever responded, because seriously I need a job. But then again, did I? I still wanted to work for Jeanette (4-6) because I do love her kids, and its an easy job-- not to mention flexible. Conclusion; yes- 100 dollars a week does not get you buy, hell, it doesn't even pay my grocery bill for the week!

I sign in and ----NADA! zip zero zilch. Oh well, moving on. Wasn't a big deal, I still have Jeannette's. The weekend is almost over and I'm missing my car terribly! It needed a new part from the dealer and I had to wait till monday so they could order it. (I took it in Friday). Sunday I get an email from my sittercity account. (weird as I have NEVER been emailed through this site) And it was a family asking if I was still looking for a full time position because they have two little girls. They lived in williamsburg (check) they were offering 10$ an hour (check) and the schedule? 8am-4pm (check I can still work at jeanettes) the kicker, which really makes me think... I get every other friday off. Why is that important. Well, fridays in general are usually important for young college students such as myself, minus the college status, but Fridays are adult CLINIC DAYS! So it works out perfectly that I see my therapist on fridays and clinic is run on friday mornings. Weird weird weird.

Seeing all of these coincidences, that I just HAPPENED to check my sittercity, and it just HAPPENED to be in Williamsburg, with the hours I was looking for (although the 8am will need an adjustment period eeek - once I'm on a schedule I'll be fiiiiine think highschool I was up at 530 am each day starting sophomore/junior year) with a decent pay and two little girls?? Girls are much easier to care for than boys I find. I said, what the heck I'll sign up for an interview. The way the phrased it, it sounded like they had a few others lined up.

Well, I had that interview tonight -----

Oh wait, before we get any further, coincident number 1 billion: They live 3 minutes from jeanette. And we continue:

I had the interview tonight. I'm not going to lie, I was nervous. I always get nervous. Being a full time actual nanny is demanding -- and I always feel terrible having to say "I have CF so I'll need two weeks off frequently for hospitalizations blah blah blah" Thats always the source of my nerves.

Well, the girls were SO cute, and awesome. I had them hugging me and sitting on my lap within the 30 minute time frame that I was there. But man! They put me through the toughest interview to date. I was asked about previous tantrums and how I've handled them, any emergency situations I've dealt with, what I would do with a 1year old and a 2 year old, my disciplinary routine, etc. etc. They really actually caught me quite off guard! haha. But I didn't lie, and if I couldn't answer a question I told them. My answer to what would you do with a 1 year old and a 2 year old was "Ummmmmmmm. Huh. Well, they'd definitely be a lot of dancing, singing, funny faces, coloring... and I'm not exactly quite sure what else. I don't know their personalities yet, so with every child its different" But let me tell you that "um" lasted a little too long for my personal tastes, but HEY I WAS NERVOUS! Its not like I haven't watched a 10 month old and a 23 month old before, but how do you explain that you just sit on the carpet and play with blocks, or take turns passing an object back and forth a hundred times? All the while singing some song (its this terrible habit, I sing EVERYTHING when I'm with small children, you name it I'm singing it. If her shoe is untied I'll be singing "Let me tie your shooooeeeeee so you dont trip and FAAALLLLLLLL, the bunny runs round the tree then its tied as you can see, and your shoe is as good as new!" to my own personal made up tune. I really didn't know how to explain that. So I didn't. They'll see.

Which leads me to my next point -- they offered me the job. Almost. They will call me tomorrow to confirm it. Basically they wanted to do a background check (although there's not much there it will just say "CLEAR", or however that works) and call my references. But I quote "Well, we think your wonderful" there were a few non-ideal situations, but I think the ideal situations outweigh the non ones. So it might be a go.

I'm nervous, but excited. The little girls seem like sweethearts and I think I agree with most of their parenting so far (from what I heard). Oh, another great point? They're only looking for a commitment till the beginning of March. Done and done. I will finish up with them (they're moving- he's military) and then have a few months and then Kyle and I will move.

It seems soooo, coincidental. It fits so perfectly that it must of be a sign of some sort. That this was meant for me. I mean,come on, ALL those coincidences?? Really? So I'm going for it. What the heck. You'll never know if you'll sink or swim if you don't get in the water. Right????? eeeeek.

Plus, the cash would be nice and I can finally, well maybe, not rely on my Dad's allowance each month to get by and pay my rent. That would be so satisfactory! and sweet. definitely sweet.

On OTHER NEWS. (I know there's more!?) Kyle got a sick-ass computer. Mac Book but its souped up and pimped out. hahaha. It has 2 harddrives, both 160GB both leopard and windows 7 installed, Microsoft office on both, and has 4 gb of ram instead of 2. say whaaaaat?? Plus it still has some of the warranty on it, but the best part is? It was only 700 buckerooos. Woohoo. That's my bargain hunter. =)