So I've been so busy blogging about World of Warcraft that I have once again neglected this place. But I'm back, at least for today. There are a few things I wanted to get down for future reference. Things such as the two 911 emergencies from last weekend. And some news about more positive subjects like my weight loss and that other thing I try not to talk about.
Where to begin... how about last weekend. It was horribly exciting. But mostly just horrible. Friday afternoon, Friday the 4th, I had a hair appointment at Melinda's shop in Cassville. When I was walking to the door of the shop I heard someone off in the distance faintly hollering. It kind of sounded like "help" but I wasn't sure. I paused, there was silence. I put my hand on the door, hear it again. I almost convinced myself it was someone calling for a dog but it nagged at me a bit that it was "help". So I paused again, heard it twice and walked around towards the side of the building. I noticed a pickup pulled over on the edge of the ditch several houses down the road with its headlights on. About that time, I saw a gray haired gentleman raise his head up near the tire of the truck and he spotted me. He started waving his arms and began yelling "help" louder. I knew Melinda was in her 2nd year of nursing school and since I was still on the porch of the shop, I ran inside to get her. She and I start running down the road towards him and she turns around to tell the others to call 911. To make the story shorter.. the poor old guy had hopped out of his truck into the ditch and somehow the clutch popped or something and the truck had rolled on to him and trapped him. Both of his legs were twisted over each other and the front drivers side wheel had rolled onto them up to his knees. The cops came, jacked up the truck a few inches, pulled him out. He lost both of his shoes under there somewhere. Then the ambulance got there after a few minutes and checked him out. He insisted he could stand and was fine so they helped him up. But then took him by ambulance to have xrays done.
The next day, Saturday the 5th, my Uncle Garry was getting married to Sheila. It was a nice quiet ceremony at his house. Everything went fine until after the vows when the happy couple was cutting the cake. The stairs to the basement are in the middle of the living room floor. There is a 3 foot wall around 3 sides of the stairwell, but where you walk down them is, of course, open. A friend of the bride, a tiny little 78 year old woman, was trying to get a better picture of the cake cutting and took a step backwards. She stepped back right into the open stairs. Several people gasped and I turned around in time to watch this little old woman fall down 30 stairs to a concrete basement floor. It was horrible. Luckily, Sheila is a registered nurse. And a friend of hers who came to the wedding is also a registered nurse. Apparently she was completely out for about a minute. She had a gash above her left eye, her nose was broken and bleeding from the nostrils and a gash on the bridge, there was a hole the size of a nickel completely missing from her top lip. She had landed on her wrist which was swelling and both knees were gashed open, one a good 4 or 5 inches. My uncle yelled for someone to call 911 but I looked around and everyone was just standing there frozen. So I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. It took 20 minutes or so for the ambulance to get there (out in rural area). The woman was taken to the hospital. When she got there, she refused to be treated due to religious beliefs. She wouldn't even let them clean her up. I can't believe she just went home. I can't even imagine how she must have felt the next day. She needed a lot of stitches, she needed her nose set, she couldn't tell us what month it was or how old she was. Horrible.
Okay, enough about that. Let's talk about some positive stuff. My place of employment began a weight loss competition on March 1st. I just had my first weigh-in a few days ago and I lost 7 lbs in my first week. That's good considering I had already been eating healthier since the beginning of the year and had joined a fitness club in January also. I was very proud of myself. However the past couple of days... I've had a bit of a struggle. My hormones have caused me to remain constantly hungry the past 2 days. I just had pop-tarts. Shame on me. But I will get it together and work it off by exercising twice as hard this weekend.
Also, I haven't talked about this much at all, but I quit smoking on January 2nd and haven't had a single puff since then. It wasn't a New Years resolution. I didn't plan it in advance or really put any thought into it at all. It kind of just happened that the stars all aligned and I smoked the last cig in my pack late Sunday evening a few hours before work. I thought "well I'll just stop on my way to work and get some". Then as I was driving to work I thought "well, I don't actually smoke at work, so I'll stop on my way home in the morning". Then the next morning I thought "well I'm just going home to go straight to bed, so I'll just buy some when I wake up later". Then after I woke up I thought "well I don't have any plans to go into town right now so I'll just buy some on my way to work". And there the process repeated. By the 3rd day, I just stopped thinking about buying any at all. I still think about cigarettes, but it hasn't been hard as far as my body physically craving them. Mentally, however, I do want to smoke from time to time. But it's the same way I feel about travel for example. I mean I wish I were in New York right now because I've always wanted to see it. But I can't be, so oh well. That's how my mind thinks about the cigarettes. I sure do remember enjoying them and I wish I had one right now. But I can't, so oh well. Nothing more than that. It's been way easier than I imagined it would be. Especially since I am combining it with a diet. Or maybe it's easy because I'm so worried about the food, I'm not worried about the cigarettes. Either way, it worked and that's all that matters.
So that's how things are going with me. Exciting stuff, huh?