Wilting, wading, and Waldo'ing

We've been in the midst of a heatwave that slowly built up over the last week.  The hottest day was a balmy 38 degrees celsius with a humidex of 48!  Needless to say, it was a little warm. 

I have mentioned before that I don't do well in the cold.  Unfortunately for me, I don't do well in the heat, either.  I know, I know.  It's annoying.  Just call me a human chihuahua.
This week has been trying, to say the least.  I've been doing my best to not complain, seeing as I hate winter more than any heatwave, so I've been doing my best to beat the heat.  Here's what I suggest:

1.  Invest in a good water bottle that keeps ice from melting quickly.
My friend, Bridget, got a water bottle from a little eco-store in our area called the Ninty-ninth Monkey.  It's from a company called ThinkSport and it's AMAZING.

 I can put ice and water in it first thing in the morning and still have icy water late at night.  Plus, there's bonus points from your nephrologist if you plunk it down on her desk with a loud, unintentional clang.  She couldn't miss it..  it's huge.  See?  I DO take care of my kidney :-P

2.  Get a 10 foot inflatable pool for your backyard.
I didn't think I'd like it at all since it's not heated, but 35+ temperatures took care of that.  It's a great way to cool off, even if my dad now feels sympathy for killer whales in theme park pools.

3.  Break down and finally swim in the giant lake that's on your doorstep.
This weekend I officially became the person I used to be flabbergasted by.  I used to go down to the Lake Ontario waterfront all the time, and think that the people who were swimming in it were crazy/insane/loco.  But this weekend I didn't care.  When the humidex is soaring in the 40s, all logic goes out the window.  And it was FUN.  I felt like a kid again.  (Even with the nuclear power plant being RIGHT BESIDE us)

Another thing we did this weekend was WHERE'S WALDO?  My friend, Jon, bought a Waldo suit, so we went around getting some WHERE'S WALDO? type of photos.  We got stopped in a grocery store due to "policy violations" but it didn't hamper our fun.  I won't post any of the photos since it's going to be a surprise.  It was funny to watch him marching around trying to find good shots, though.  Eric tailed him closely, much like the theme park costumed characters with their bodyguards.

Slacking again

I know.  I'm not sure if I'll ever be a good blogger.  I get sidetracked.  A lot.

Sorry again.

Quick medical update:

1.  I don't have a sleep disorder.  I'm young enough to overcome my sleep stage obstacles.  Taking care of the allergies first seems to be working wonders.
2.  No sign of MS.  Niiiice.  This is a good one :)
3.  I supposedly have Meniere's disease.  I'm not sure if this is right or not.  I'd say I fit half of the criteria, but not all.  I'm getting a second opinion.  The reason for this:  The first ENT diagnosed me from across the room.  No vestibular maneuvers, no nystagmus check, nothing.  Since I am a collector of facts (mostly from the internet), I know he didn't diagnose me properly ;)  Ah yes.  Wikipedia is full of SOUND medical facts.. hehe.
4.  I'm crazy...  for loving youuuuuu..  I love Patsy Cline.

I think that's it.

I had a lovely time at a sing tonight.  Now it's off to sleep and then work in the morning.  Mondays are my favourite.

Wanna know what else is my favourite? For real...

Owls.

Pug Falls in Toilet

This made me laugh so hard.

On one hand, I feel bad for the Puglie. My dogs hate it when you laugh at them. They take it very personally and sometimes sulk for a long time while facing a corner.

On the other, I would probably document this too. But only if I was sure she wasn't going to jump out and run all over the house while I looked for the camera. (ew!)

Of all the places that a dog can get into... seriously?? A toilet??

My Return

I'm here!  I'm here!  Let the bells ring out and the banners fly!  Feast your eyes on me!  Too good to be true, but I'm here!

So, I've slacked majorly as of late.  I apologize.  Although, who I'm apologizing to, I have no idea.  I'll bet no one reads this blog anymore.

I've been busy.  And I've been tired.  Work and life keep me busy.  But what keeps me tired is somewhat of a mystery. 

I'm currently seeing a neurologist.  He calls me his "puzzle".  He seems very excited about me and my puzzling self.  He is old enough to have retired long ago, so perhaps he has seen it all and now he is happy to have something new.  Or maybe he loves all of his patients and has a natural sense of wonder with all of them.  That would be an enjoyable way to go through life, if you ask me. 
I'm going to see him in June again after I finish my battery of tests and other specialists.  We'll see if he can put the pieces together and come up with an answer to my problems.

A couple of weeks ago he sent me for a sleep study.  The reason for this is my extreme tiredness.  I get a minimum of 8.5 hours of sleep every night.  If I get less than this, I can barely keep my eyes open during the day.  I'm the type to lay my head down on the pillow and fall right asleep, so I don't have insomnia.  I'm am far from overweight, so I've never thought that I could have sleep apnea since I don't snore.  I do, however, sleep talk.  And act.  And even on a rare occasion..  walk.  But I thought I'd humour him and go to my sleep appointment at 8pm.
I was a bit weirded out by the thought of someone watching me sleep.  But I had a particularily tiring day at work, so I figured that I would fall asleep pretty fast.  The technician was very polite, and extremely professional, so I didn't feel very uncomfortable around him.  I changed into my plaid flannel pajamas and he came in to wire me up.  I had a total of 9 contacts on my head and face, 1 on each leg, 2 on my chest, plus 2 bands around my chest and stomach.  When he finished with all of this, I thought to myself, "I can sleep no problem."  Until he told me he needed to monitor my breathing.  Then I was done.  I knew I was going to have a bad night from that point forward.
I tossed.  I turned.  I got so wrapped up in the wires that I thought I'd rip them out of the wall.  My finger was throbbing from the pulse meter on my finger.  I was not a happy camper.  2am rolled around and I had briefly dozed.  This was going to be a waste of my time.  And the other two people in the sleep study weren't sleeping either.  And they were grumpy.  So I switched to relaxation meditation.  And it worked.  I fell asleep for about 3 hours and was awakened at 5 to go home.  I asked the technician if he got enough data, and he said yes, but from the looks of it, I skip sleep stages.  AHA.  A puzzle piece.

There are supposedly 5 stages of sleep. 
1.  Transition Light sleep
2.  Light Sleep
3.  Deep Sleep
4.  Deep Sleep part 2
5.  REM

 Apparently, I skipped stages 3 and 4 in the three sleep cycles that I managed to go though.  Those deep sleep stages are when your body heals itself, stores energy for the next day, and boosts the immune system.  It'll be interesting to see what they come up with after they properly study the brainwaves and all of that.

Veeeeeeery interesting.

Oh, the torture

Touch the rainbow cat

Maximize the video.

Put your finger on it and touch the rainbow! 
I bet you'll want to move it..  but don't!

hahaha

Dance!

My gym always leaves interesting things on the front desk counter.  Sometimes they are coupons for free yogurt drinks, recipes for yummy muffins or shakes, invitations to new classes, or even ballots to enter contests.

Today was a new one.  It was an invitation to join a flashmob this Saturday at the mall. 

Ah man.  I have always wanted to be in a flashmob!  Improv Everywhere got me into it, and it's been stuck in my head ever since.  There was even an episode of Modern Family where Mitchell surprised Cam by being in one.  Jealous!

Well, I have to work this Saturday :(  And I'll miss it.  So I'm a little bummed by that, but hey, maybe there will be a next time :)

I am so exhausted

I can barely keep my eyes open tonight.

I slept in this morning until 9:40am.  And I start work at 10am.  And work is 10 minutes away from where I live.  How I managed to shower and get there on time is beyond me.  I have no idea.  It was nothing short of a miracle.

Then this evening my husband asked me to proof-read his study paper.  And he was talking about gamma rays and channels and all this confusing stuff and I zoned out.  He must've went back to his desk.  I don't remember him leaving..

Ah, my bed is beckoning.  Goodnight, all!

Here's to hoping I wake up on time tomorrow!

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