Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Feeling a little battered and bruised

On Monday, I decided to shake things up a bit and took a class at the gym called "power pump" which consited of a room full of women lifting barbells and dumbells in various ways, set to music with someone perky barking commands at us. It was a great class if you go for that sort of thing, and Tuesday I was sore in muscles I didn't know I had. I returned to the gym yesterday and did a normal cardio workout but was still quite sore afterward.

Today, after many false starts, I went back to the dentist because they wanted to replace a filling they'd done just a couple of years ago. They poked me with needles and numbed up my mouth, took out the old filling, strapped a metal band around my tooth (which kind of cut into my gum) and then replaced the filling. After all this poking and prodding recently my mouth feels like a war zone and I'm sooooo glad to be all done with this dental nonsense. The only real positive bit was that because they'd done the filling and it was not too long ago, they replaced it for free.

Also today, the local vampires had set up shop again. I haven't donated since June, so I stopped by to ask them if I could donate after having novocaine (or benzocaine, or whichever caine) and they said yes. So after I got back from the dentist I got poked in the finger and then stabbed in the arm and a tube with a bag on the other end collected 470 ml of blood. Now I have a turquoise bandage wrapped around my right elbow and elbowpit and I'm starting to feel like maybe I should just take it easy for the rest of the day, because I'm still sore and I've been poked with a bunch of needles and I really wanted to eat that cookie they offered me, but instead I took the 100 calorie package of cheese nips. I can justify having a cookie for giving blood after I make sure I can fit into my dress in December.


Yank In Texas said...

Ouch. Sounds unfun.

Give the kitties extra cuddles for me today.

Clink said...

Impressive! I thought the whole reason of donating blood was to eat the cookie. Or maybe that's just me. ;)

MLE said...

Cari: Thanks, the kitties were very nice to me last night. I did end up going to the gym, but I took it pretty easy.

Clink: Usually, yes. But I'm a woman with a mission and that mission is to not gain any weight until March 29th. Losing would be great, but not gaining is my goal.