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My Own Pity Party

I ended up with an A in Anatomy and a B in Chemistry. I was 29 points (3% of the total 1000 pts.) away from an A in Chem. I’m happy with a B, I guess. Not really. But, I am NOT taking that class again, so I need to accept that I didn’t get an A. I’ll be OK with it when I get accepted into the Nursing program.

I’m on Christmas break right now, and I’m feeling pretty low. It’s New Years’ Eve, and I don’t have any plans. I have to work a nine hour shift Jan. 1st at 8 AM, so I can’t really make any plans, other than see Sweeney Todd in the afternoon. Work has been scheduling me like crazy these past few weeks. I really, really hate working there. I have got to get a new job. Working retail makes me hate Christmas.

I went to New Orleans last week. It was kind of disappointing. I had some good meals- Cochon, Irene’s, Dante’s Kitchen, Elizabeth’s- and had some great experiences- caroling in Jackson Square, walking six miles in the cool sunshine, taking the Canal St. ferry to Algiers- but it wasn’t as great as I thought it was going to be. The public transportation sucks. On Magazine St., where you really need frequent bus service to make shopping much less of a pain in the ass, the bus came twice an hour. We kept missing it and having to wait. and wait. and wait.  And the shopping was just OK. Lots of closed businesses and knick knack shops. Our last day it rained really hard and we had the WORST meal of our life at a Brennan’s chain restaurant. It’s the first thing I think of when I think of New Orleans- that shitty meal. C’est la vie.

After we returned from NOLA, I got the stomach flu. I cannot remember vomiting so much in one day. It was like clockwork- every 45 minutes I barfed every ounce of fluids I could. I was really dehydrated afterwards and got really dizzy and faint the next day. My mouth felt like a cotton ball and I didn’t pee for 18 hours.  I’m feeling pretty much back to normal now, but I’ve been ill since the 21st.

I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately. M. bought a lot of gifts for S. and D. and only three for me. After I opened my gifts and she was in the shower, I went upstairs and cried on my bed. When I woke up on Christmas morning, the tree was surrounded by piles and piles of gifts- I was so excited- which are for me?? I had spend two hundred dollars on M.- diamond earrings, a robe and slippers, a CD, Starbucks mug and coffee- and all the gifts were for S and D and their baby. I felt so sorry for myself- to me, M has always favored S and now that he is married it’s like she wants D to love her more than her real mother. Like D is a replacement daughter. But S and D are selfish and aren’t appreciative of all the gifts M gives them- all they got her was  small picture of the baby with Santa in a cheap drugstore frame. A $5 gift. M spent $600 on them- a digital camera, six outfits for the baby, a leather wallet for S, clothing for D, etc. etc. M cannot see that S and D don’t care about her and they care about is material things. They are users, consumers. I think M wants so badly for S to love her that she’s willing to spend any amount of money to get his love. I guess until she realizes that there is nothing I can do.  It’s none of my business. It still hurts my feelings that she’ll never go to that length for me.

It is this time of year that makes me aware of how different I am from other people in my family and people in general. I’m the only grandchild who is unmarried (or divorced, at least) and no kids of my own.  No husband or boyfriend. No real close friends. Even E I haven’t talked to in two weeks. I feel really alone right now. Not really because I’m unattached, but that I miss having friends. I feel like I alienate people with my jaded attitude- I can’t be very much fun to be around judging people all the time. I don’t really like who I’ve become- sour and unfriendly. My coworkers don’t include me in anything, for a variety of reasons. I just don’t fit in. I thought this feeling wore off in high school, but it doesn’t.

I think part of my problem is that I am hyper self-aware. I need to be more self-absorbed,  do things because I want to, not to please others (like the waitress, sales associate, etc.). That is the different between happy people and me- they blissfully follow their desires while I painfully stand around trying not to get in the way. Maybe I should stop giving a shit if the waitress feels like I respected her enough- just enough the meal! Sometimes I’m so aware of the people around me and the service I can’t enjoy eating out or conversate. If I was more self-absorbed I’d be so self-involved I wouldn’t even notice, and I’d be really happy.

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The semester ends for me in six days. I am so panicked. I have seven chapters to read and digest between now and then. Took my Anatomy Lab Practical today. I feel pretty confident about it- I’ll find out my score on Friday. There were three questions I am unsure about, but I had some wiggle room (I could get an 85% on both my practical and final exam and still receive an “A”), but I don’t want to act cocky until I get my grade. Then I can do a happy dance!

I got an e-mail today from my Classical Mythology professor today. I’m taking that class as a requirement for my BFA degree next semester . He says he’s “ruthless about attendance.” This makes me want to drop the class, ASAP. I’m taking this class because it would fulfill a prerequisite for my Bachelor’s of Art degree that I was working on at U**. According to I***, I am eight classes away from completing the BFA program. But, because of university policy, I can’t work on this art degree while I am a nursing student- conflicting majors, blah, blah. So I was just going to plug in any prereq.s that I can while I’m in nursing school. Classical mythology is one, and I need another Art history, a Math statistics class, and something else. Anyway, thinking about it all exhusts me and I wonder why I’m even bothering. Maybe I won’t.

My foot still hasn’t healed, and we leave for New Orleans in eleven days. I’ve lost 12 pounds and am in between a size 24 and 26 pant. I’d love to lose some more weight before we leave, but school is seriously kicking my butt and between that and my injury, exercise isn’t happening. I walk 30 minutes on the treadmill (1.5 miles) a few times a week but that’s about it. I am so pissed that my foot is still injured, I just want to scream. This whole shoe thing is so frustrating- the leather upper on the shoes I have stretched significantly, so my foot is sliding up and down just like the other shoes. I have to tie them so tight that the leather is buckling around the tongue. I could just cry. Why does my right foot hurt so badly and my left one is just fine? Why can’t a get a shoe to fit properly? AAAAAH!! For those of you who don’t have foot pain, you are so lucky. Having a foot injury sucks the fun out so many things- I no longer dance that often because the pain shoots up my leg and cripples me, and I can’t work long hours like I’d like to because the pain lasts for days and days. I am a really good dancer, but you’d never know because half the time I’m limping. I am angry that this happened to me, because I am a fun loving person. Being in pain makes you surly and nasty, and I hate being that way. DAMN!

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M. and I bought our tickets to New Orleans last week. OK price out of Fort Wayne, which I’m excited about because that means no driving to and from Indianapolis in December weather! My uncle D. will drive us to the airport.

I finally got up the nerve to weigh myself last Thursday. I gained back all the weight I lost over the summer.  I’m pretty upset, but not surprised. I stopped exercising, basically, except for the occasional stint at the gym and walking the dog. I injured my right foot about five weeks ago and that has prevented me from walking normally. It’s very painful. I thought maybe I had broken something, but before I went to the podiatrist I’m trying the DIY approach, since I don’t have health insurance. I’ve been icing my foot down, which helps, and taking anti-inflammatories, like Aleve.

Ever since I bought my new trainers in May they hadn’t fit right. I could almost slip my foot out of the shoe fully tied, and the shoe’s heel constantly pulled and rubbed against my heel. I injured my foot by working a nine-hour day in these horrid shoes, and pulled a ligament or something that made putting my weight completely on my right foot impossible. I stopped by the shoe store where I buy my Birks and New Balances. Turns out the associate who helped me in May gave me a shoe that was an entire size too big. I measure a 9W but she gave me a 10EE. I returned the trainers she gave me and got a more heavy-duty orthotic for $11 more- the trainers I ended up with cost about $130, but I paid only $89 for them. I’ve been wearing the new shoes since Tuesday and I can already feel an improvement, but I’m still in pain. I’m worried that I’ve seriously injured my foot, and that this will prevent me from walking a lot in New Orleans.

Another issue I’m facing is getting in some sort of shape for this trip. I need to strengthen my ankles, calves and thighs for a lot of hilly walking, endurance walking, and get as much cardio in as possible. I need to be able to carry around this heavy body for six days straight! I’m trying to walk 1.5 miles every other day, and dance for 15-30 minutes every alternate day. Dancing really strengthens the peroneus longus, hamstrings and quadraceps muscles, as well as your heart.  For jokes, I’m trying to figure out how to do the MC Hammer dance, so I can embarrass E. when we’re in New Orleans.

I would love to go to dance clubs in NOLA. I LOVE dancing. I’m just worried about my body. I’m really, really fat. Would someone like me be able to get into a club? Around Fort Wayne, there isn’t such a thing as not being able to get into a club, you just pay the cover. I fear the rejection of both possibly not getting into a club, as well as the way people would look at me. As much as I like who I am, I know most people don’t like fat people. I’d go as far as to say hate.  When I was in Italy with M. I noticed the distain Italians had when they looked at me. One man even remarked that I was too fat, and that I should spend my money on books (which he was selling at a good price!) instead of food, since I looked like I had had enough. I still think about that.

So, I’ve been really watching what I eat. In seven days I lost five pounds. I’d love to keep that rate up and lost 35 pounds before NOLA. I’d still be obese, but I’d feel a lot more confident about myself. And losing more than 10% of your body weight can really change how you feel- more energy, less pain, etc. So, whatcha gonna do?? TRY!

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