I'm determined not to become an absentee blogger!
Sorry I fell off the face of the world there... I was on holidays in B.C, and then I came back to a bit of a disaster.
I have a high stress job... yeah, I know everyone says that, but I really do. I'm responsible for investigating and determining root cause of personnel and process related safety incidents for a large oil and gas company. It's the kind of job middle aged, highly educated men get. I'm a 23 year old female with a technical school diploma. So anyway, the pressure is always on, and I desperately needed an escape. So I took 10 days holidays and took off to B.C. I floated around on a houseboat in the Shuswaps and drank in excess for 4 days... it was great. There we costumes and fake boobs... very much like floating Vegas. Then I came home.
The plan was to spend the next 5 days riding my ATV out in the west country... not quite the mountains, but working on getting there. I just bought a new quad this year... her name is Bella and she's a beauty. She replaced Beaskly, who was not a beauty, but was very rugged. TFG came out to join us Thursday after work and we all went for one last tear before tucking into the vodka for the night.
TFG was in an accident when we were almost back to the road. His quad rolled unexpectedly and landed on him. It was single handedly the most horrible thing I've ever seen and I'm pretty sure I'll always see it as slow motion milli second by milli second action when I think of it. He was injured pretty badly, his jaw was broken in 2 places and he was bleeding from a pretty nasty gash on his head. Once we rescued him from the bush (that's a story for another day) he spent 3 days waiting for surgery in the local hospital... gotta love Alberta Healthcare.
Anyway, he's home now and doing much better. I returned to work in the middle of a Corporate Audit, which made the last 3 days suck too. I started my pre-op detox today. It's 2 weeks long and pretty much all you can eat is egg whites and cottage cheese... it's gonna be a rough 2 weeks. TFG is also on an involuntary jaw-wired-shut diet, so we will be on liquids together as of Sept 16th.
I'm not as scared as I thought I would be to have surgery. Mostly, I'm afraid that this desperate, last ditch attempt to get healthy and escape the diet rollar coaster will fail too. I'm terrified that there is no solution and I will be fat and unhappy forever, except now I'll be fat and unhappy with a foriegn object installed in me. Pleasant thoughts, eh? I'm not normally such a downer but I think the last week has gotten the better of me. Between the broke jaw, the in-laws, and the corporate audit I want to stick my head in a tub of Ben and Jerry's and never surface again. Invisible Ice Cream Ostrich Power.
Anyways, have a great long weekend everyone! Hopefully this detox won't cause me to committ a homicide or anything like that, and the next time we chat I'll be a bandster! Oh, and to all you ladies headed off to Chicago have a BLAST! It looks like a great time :)