Pressing on....

...with the move. Another room - a BIG closet done. Two rooms done. 4 more to go. 1 PT session down. Hurt like HELL. I felt much better BEFORE the session. Damn IT band massage. UGH! 10 days until the big move. 3 more days until Josh arrives here to help me out and see my big hometown. I told my kids the news on Sunday and was very hard to do. It did not come without any tears. My daughter's excited to come visit Chicago especially after she received her new baby doll last night from American Girl. (But I think she's geographically challenged right now. Need to work on that.) My son will take some time to get digest the information since he's a little bit older. I will allow him to the time, but I got some outside help to assist me with him. I hope it helps. But he did like his new Sony PSP (I am an awesome mom!) They get to meet Josh on Sunday when I pick them up from their dad's house. We are still working on the details of the fun day. I finally met my mom's boyfriend last night, along with my kids. He's nice, but like my kids will be feeling, it will take some time to get used to it. I am in their shoes right now so I know how it feels to meet someone else that's not your dad. How ironic! I know that my mom's happy right now. At the same time, I miss my dad and the feelings are still fresh right now. Back to work for me. 6 work days left for me. Work is a little bit a refuge right now and gives me time to rest....and work on my homework.

BAD, BAD knee....

...and NOT happy about it. At all. Period. I had my orthopdic appointment this morning. I thought I would just walk in and out with a cortisone injection. Ah...no! It did not work that way. Not at all. I walked out instead with two appointments - one for an MRI and one to follow-up on Thursday with the orthopedic doc. It turns out that the damn IT band diagnosis may be COMPLETELY off by a long shot. HUGE shot! In fact, it's WORSE than an IT band injury. Right now, I wish it was just a very bad IT band injury. Instead, I might have torn the lateral side of the meniscus on my right knee. In fact, there's edema right above the knee, which is sign of fluid in the knee - from what the doc said. He compared both knees and noticed it right away. FUCKING GODDAMNIT!! UGH!!!!!!!!! All I want to do is fucking RUN...period. I want to be able to run with my boyfriend in Chicago. I want to run my next race soon. I HATE fucking sitting still...period! I can not walk around normally no longer than an hour without pain. Going down stairs are a fucking joke (as Josh will tell you since he lives on the TOP floor of his apartment building with NO elevator). It just SUCKS right now. UGH!! Thank goodness for my very understanding and patient boyfriend, who listened to me vent and cry on the phone after the appointment because I was SO upset with the news. My MRI is scheduled for tommorow morning up at the crack of dawn at 6:15 am. My follow-up appointment is Thursday morning, which is what I wanted so I can get the results before flying to Chicago on Sunday morning. There's nothing I can do right now 'cept wait. NO lower body weight training! NO biking! Just light on the eliptical and some swimminng (which I can't do jacksquat..not a swimmer!) Right now, I need get myself together for tonight's dinner with my mom (FINALLY) to break the divorce and new boyfriend news to her AND meet her new boyfriend (Thank GOD he's going to be there..I will need it!). This is first guy that she had me meet so far since my dad's passing almost 2 years ago. She has taken her time to get back out there and happy for it. It's just PLAIN WEIRD to know that my mom is dating again. Sorry, but it's easier to bear a sibling dating vs. a parent. At least to me. I am taking time to get used to the idea. I am sure my mom will be the same with me when I tell her my news...both of them. I have asked my dad for A TON of strength right now......on top of the knee shit! Well, that's all of the venting that I am doing...for now. Time to me to finish laundry and take my frustrations on the bathroom tile cleaning. UPDATE: Bathroom is SO clean now. Plus my dinner talk with my mom about the divorce and "introducing" her to Josh. I did not get to meet her boyfriend yet, who had to work late. I feel SO much better now...and the huge monkey is off my shoulder. (GO HOME, MONKEY!)