Hooo, boy - if I had time to tell you about what's been happening around here the last two weeks, I'd have done it here - lol! It's always frustrated me that when I have the time to blog I have no events to share, and when I have events to share I'm too busy to share them.
In a nutshell, I got back from the fabulous crafting weekend with just enough time to head out to the hospital and have my sinus surgery (shaved my turbinals and repaired my deviated septum). Then I got to be goofy on pain meds for the week.
Then I went to teach a class at Stamp Your Art Out with some very lovely ladies. However, I had some equipment issues, the classes both ran way over, and I fear they will never let me teach again. To make the day even brighter, I stopped for a much-needed dinner break on my way home to Indy and, apparently, clicked the unlock button rather than the lock button on my carkeys, because I came out to discover my iPhone and charger had been stolen/
Needless to say, Idiot Girl hadn't backed up her phone in about two weeks, so her whole life was as absent as Paris Hilton's undies. (I've been having a great time trying to reconstruct everything, getting the line suspended, etc.)
Then I had to do Part II of the Sinus Solution: allergy testing. Have you ever had this done? What a thrill! It's more fun than having your gums scraped! I was there three hours - I watched a DVD while the nurse poked me 37,000 times. The best thing was getting the results immediately - no waiting for the lab to call. (Which is good since they would have reached my cell phone and left a voicemail in oblivion.)
Are you sitting down? (I still can't believe this.)
I'm allergic to EVERYTHING.
I'm not kidding - I am allergic to every single stinking thing they tested me for. (No wonder my sinuses are killing me and my head is constantly pounding.) I am allergic to trees and grass, cats and dogs, all kinds of dust: flour, wheat, garden variety, etc. I'm allergic to dust mites and cockroach bits and mold and ragweed and pollen. I'm even allergic to stuff I've never heard of.
But the one thing I was shocked to find I'm allergic to is....
Wait for it....
I am allergic to paper.
Now some of you may remember when I walked away unscathed from a car accident that literally should have taken my life - and then broke my toe the next day in the living room when I ran into a stepper. I found that hysterically funny.
This whole paper allergy business strikes me as equally absurd, and I have to admit I laughed my fanny off when the nurse told me this. I mean, before I became a paper crafter I had only one other "hobby" in my life: I'm a voracious reader. I LOVE books and have spent more money on them than on clothing, grooming and every other personal expense combined.
The good news is I don't have to give up reading or paper crafting, but I have a whole list of stuff I have to do to make it less hazardous to my health. We can also keep the cats, too, but they can't come into the bedroom ever again - and we're already hearing complaints about that.
And now I'm off to tackle yet another portion of my very dusty house - yet another reason I've been awol. Oh, and I have to order a special silk mask for when I clean or garden. (Yes, I should wait for the mask to arrive before I start cleaning, but I've gone this long unprotected - what's a few more days, eh?)