1. Don’t leave your pizza lunchable in the car.
It’s no secret that I’m a fan of pizza lunchables, nor is it a secret that I’m lazy. That laziness caused me to leave my lunchable in the car while I was at work the other day. Thinking nothing of it, I hungrily opened the package to eat my mini-pizzas for lunch only to discover that the shredded cheese had melted and re-hardened into a plastic-like cheese blob. Ew.
2. Don’t talk on your phone in the Quiet Room. On Monday I enjoyed a post-marathon massage. (I even sprung for the upgrade, which meant that I got hot towels put on my legs. Yes, please!) Before every massage, they have you wait in a “Quiet Room.” It’s basically a waiting room with dim lights. But the presence of the word “quiet” in the title makes me think that you should not talk in there. Apparently the lady waiting at the same time as me has a different opinion. She called someone on her cell phone. And you know what they talked about? How well their stool softener was working. I kid you not. I do not enjoy most stool softener-centered conversations, but I definitely don’t enjoy them in the Quiet Room.
3. They want you to take the shoes.
At the urging of my mother and coworkers, I decided to go to the doctor even though my foot was starting to feel better. (If you ever need to go to the Emergency Room, might I suggest Emerus in McKinney? It’s never busy, it’s supa clean, and the people are really nice.) I got an x-ray. They didn’t show it to me, but it confirmed that I don’t have a stress fracture or any other bone breakage. Yeay! They did offer to let me wear a post-op shoe. Since I was there and I love shoes, I took one. My foot still hurts (some times more than others) and I plan to not run at all this week, but I think my pain is perhaps merely an invisible bruise. Not permanent = okay by me. Hopefully I’ll be ship-shape in no time. And if I’m not, at least I got this cool new shoe to strut around in.*