It was a good weekend

Maybe it's a manic phase, maybe it's just being happy that I can move almost like normal again, I don't really care. All I know is that last night I had a $1000+ sales party with a Passion Party and I woke up this morning full of vim and vigor and got right down to work.

Accomplishments of the weekend:

Friday:

•  Made it to the First Friday Art Walk, schmoozed with some artists, realized that what is getting put up in galleries and selling for a decent amount of cash isn't so much different from my work and in many cases, involved significant amounts of Photoshop. Also, was introduced to a Very Important Contact as far as getting my stuff put up. As in, Director of Art something or other...I was in the midst of a horrible muscle spasm and extreme amounts of pain while we were talking, so some details are a bit blurry. I did get her card though!
• Got pulled over doing 18 mph over because I didn't realize the stupid HHR was going as fast as it was. It's so weird how you learn to sort of tell the speed your going by the feel of the car? Haven't figured that one out yet for this thing and don't really intend to since it's a rental. Why is this good? I got off with a warning even though the officer originally told me I was getting a ticket. No, I didn't flirt or flash my way out of that one. I was in too much pain at the time and just wanted to go lie down with some sort of drug, preferably the bottle of red wine I had in the back seat. My streak of never getting a speeding ticket remains unbroken! *knockonwood*
• Had that bottle of red wine in the company of Engineer Boyfriend, which did wonders for both physical and mental healing. Things are just better when we're together and we haven't gotten to see each other nearly enough lately, between me being crippled and him doing the whole Master's Degree thing. I can't wait until Spring Break two weeks from now when we're taking a very long road trip together! 

Saturday 

• Spent most of it basking in the warmth of EB's regard, enjoying a good bowl of pho and watching EB repot a bunch of his plants. He has a lot of them. I think it's incredibly sexy. 
• Had an amazing party, even if I did mess up on the time and show up an hour late. I love earning multiple hundreds of dollars in just a couple of hours for what basically boils down to girl talk!
• Went to the bank like a muthafarkin' ADULT!
• Placed all the orders last night before the specials ran out
• Finished editing the photos from the Pug Tune-up the other week--FINALLY. Between my back going "fuck you" to the idea of sitting upright for more than brief periods of time and the muscle relaxers giving coherency the finger, these took a LOT longer than they normally do. Everyone was very understanding of the circumstances though.

 Sunday

• Did my laundry
• HUNG UP MY LAUNDRY
• CLEANED ALL THE THINGS (i.e. my room AND cleaned the bathroom as well!)
• Found $5 in the process. Seriously. 
• Even loaded the dishwasher--this was all before noon, mind you. I felt like I deserved a medal. Doing much of anything before noon (like getting out of bed) is usually a cause for celebration, never mind being productive!
• Decided to take the better part of the day off, hung out over at a friend's house, got my hair cut and lounged around watching Tosh.O for the first time, with a steady supply of Bloody Mary's and White Russians in tow.
• Booked another rescue for photos AND got them set up for a Scentsy fundraiser! If you're looking for a way to do some good and get some tangible good out of it, this is a good way to do it. I'll post the link tomorrow to the online party. 
• Wrote this blog!

And now that I just realized 2am is rapidly encroaching and I have an 11am business enhancement lunch thingy, I should probably go to bed. LIKE AN ADULT.

And a week later...

I still have no idea what is going on as far as being "made whole" from this whole shebang. The only things I've heard from anyone has been "Can we get a statement from you for our records?" and "She's gone for the day, can she call you tomorrow?" None of which are helping or were helping my mood much. The doc I saw the day after the wreck showed me that nothing was fractured on the xrays, wrote me out a couple of prescriptions and shooed me out the door with instructions to go to the ER if I suddenly lost motor control.

Since then, I've been walking around feeling like there was a giant fist between my neck and shoulder blades, meaning I couldn't sit at my desk for long enough periods of time to get much accomplished--oh the giant pile of photos I need to still edit from the Pug Meetup the other week-- nor could I go out and take photos to promote CrazyDog Photography. I just couldn't move like I needed to (trying to explain to insurance call center hacks just what I do was harder than it should have been) and because not being able to really turn my head to the left made driving not the best idea. Add to that the whole "I feel so stoned" daze I was wandering around in from the muscle relaxers and this last week has not been the most productive ever. Some people kept telling me that was just how whiplash went, to keep popping the pills and eventually I'd knit myself back together. So I could either not take my pills and hurt like hell --Advil just couldn't keep up--or take the pills and stare at the same picture for three hours, assuming I wasn't just passed out. These little babies kept their sedative effect FOREVER.

What a choice.


There was an interesting debate on my Facebook page about medical doctors vs. holistic healers i.e. chiropractors and massage therapists. Basically it boiled down to "pills vs. woo woo". There were a couple of die-hards saying that medical doctors were the only valid option and chiropractors just told you what you wanted to hear. The other side was saying chiros/MT actually put you back together and MD's just want to throw a prescription at you and wish you the best. After this week, I'm siding with the latter half. I finally gave up trying to get ahold of the insurance people and just went to a lady who had been very highly recommended. She spent more time talking to me, getting my history, where it hurt, how could I move, all that jazz than the MD ever did. And you know what, after just one session and a couple of good cracks, I CAN LOOK TO THE LEFT NOW. I'm not limping because of how tight one side of my back had become. I haven't had to take a single pill, not even Advil, all day long. There's still pain, there's still obviously some healing that needs to go on, but I feel like I can function a little bit more. I'm still moving pretty carefully, but I could actually brush Sawyer tonight without wanting to cry and needing to stop after just a few minutes.

Tonight, I can actually enjoy a glass of the Scotch I got for Christmas. I don't have to worry how it's going to interact with my pills. Now that is progress, my friends. Lawl.

Sorry for the lack of pictures, but again, not being able to really move hasn't enticed me to pick up the camera this last week. I was able to go sit for some headshots the other day, courtest of my friends Marc and Monica with On The Marc Photography . This is SOCC, I haven't picked which ones I want edited yet. I am less than proficient in Photoshopery (read: I kind of suck at it beyond your basic levels and cropping) so I'm leaving all the adjustments and tweaks up to the eminently capable Monica.

So just hold your horses.

Obviously this is not going to be used as "The Face of CDP/Passion Parties/Scentsy" but I thought it was a good picture anyway.

Oh yeah, I don't have enough going on with everything else, didn't you know? So to fill those last few spare minutes I have each week, I decided to add "Scentsy Rep" to my plate. This is more to indulge my love of candles and such and to add a nice little incentive to some of the bigger picture packages I offer to my clients. And they have this nifty option of basket parties, so I don't have to drive all over hill and dale, nor does everyone have to try and wrangle their friends into one spot at one time and need to vacuum on top of it. And they're expanding over to the UK and Germany next month and I don't know about you, but getting to count a trip overseas as a business expense sounds like a pretty good thing to me. I've had standing invites to come visit  in Scotland, Wales and Germany, I think I should take them up on it. The point is, this isn't going to take up a tremendous amount of time and I can continue to focus on making CDP into the full-time gig everyone is saying it should be.

Cross your collective fingers I hear back from insurance soon and it's with a good offer. I just want to replace the RAV with a twin, but if I can get a decent 4Runner out of the deal, I'm not going to argue.