Leche and Leeches

Mom made monster cookies the other day.

Pure yumminess with oatmeal, chocolate chips, peanut butter, m&m's... mmmm

She made them for her BSF ladies group and for us to have a special treat. I took advantage. I'm not going to say a number, but I consumed a lot of cookies. 

I OD-ed on the cookies. 

This was me (in blue cookie monster form): 

Sugar does some crazy stuff to you. For most of the day, I was hyped up.
Borderline ADHD. 

Then came the mighty crash. 

This crash was terrible and happened a few hours before bed. 

Extreme sleepiness, increased irritability, and there was still utter lack of attention for anything. 

Totally zoned out. 

When I fell asleep, I had crazy dreams that made no sense. (flying monkeys as beauticians anyone?) 

When I woke up, I was groggy, felt moody, and wanted to sleep for the rest of my life. 

I'm not making this stuff up. I had a legit hangover from the cookies. I have researched the sugar crash, and it is a very real medical phenomenon. (Wikipedia calls it "a supposed sense of fatigue after consuming a large quantity of carbohydrates.", but what do they know? Other medical sites actually back it up. So there.) 

If you could have seen me, you would not have known me. It took a long time to get over the symptoms. 

Thankfully, I had blood drawn today, and it was amazing how much it helped my overdose. I think those doctors in the dark ages were on to something with the bloodletting.

No, now, I didn't let my own blood or get hurt; 

I had some taken from me for testing. 

You know earlier when I was talking about SUPERPOWERS? (<- see for link to blog post)

Well, there's been some interesting occurrences, and the medical community wants to check it out...I'm not supposed to say too much... You'll keep it on the down-low, right? I know I can trust blog readers.

Anywho, after 8 vials of blood were taken from me, I felt better, albeit a bit weirded out to see my own blood in such a context. Eight vials looks like a large quantity when you have a tube running out of your arm. 

My theory is that enough sugar concentrate was removed from my bloodstream for my body to perk up rapidly. 

Tonight is homework help! 

I love it. Except for when it's homework that the kid wants me to do for them...nope, not happening. I instruct and guide. I'm not an enabler. NOT. 

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My sister and I are learning some neat harmonies. It takes a LOT of practice to train your voice to sing different notes than the melody. The end result will be great, hopefully. 

Now, I'm going to go revel in the fact that I am no longer under the spell of the sugar.

...maybe I'll eat a cookie to celebrate.

baby talk

oh the agony.
It's like teething all over again.
Where's the numbing gel?

On top of it, I have a cold. bleh.

The orthodontist reapplied some of my brackets today {using a ray gun no less...my super ability will come...sometime.}

My teeth/mouth/head hurts. I do NOT want to talk. I was fine earlier this evening, but the bad feeling is progressing.

I'm SUCH a baby. I've taken pain medicine, but it hasn't kicked in and the wires are keeping me awake.

Why yes, I would like some cheese to complement my whine. 
Thanks a lot. Sadly, I CAN'T CHEW IT. 


Sucking it up now. No pain, no gain. I will grin (grimace is a better word) and bear it.

I'm going to think about something else.

So I have a new wig from my bestie, Clearance. Clearance is such a good friend. We're tight. If ever I see her in a store, I make a veritable beeline.

The wig is crazy. I'd talk about it more, but it will be a prop in an upcoming skit (if my teeth ever stop hurting. sorrybacktotopic), and I want it to be utterly shocking in the best way. I shan't be recognized. It will be fun.
I need to brainstorm.

Also, I love your comments.
Even the anonymous ones. 

Compliments (and *sigh* I guess criticism too): always welcome.
Compliments are *especially* welcome when I feel like this...


Mark Twain said something like:

"I can live for two months on a good compliment. "

I think this is true for many people...I also think I blog too much. But this is fun and it's taking my mind off of...
OH SNAP
...I just remembered.
owwww

Benadryl Zombie!!

Yep, that would describe me about now. I need brains. **gggglf glorpsh.**

I wrote a song about my condition. I'll have to see how it sounds after the side effects have worn off and my brain actually starts to reengage.

I don't remember this drug changing me SO very much last time I took it.
I am an utter airhead.
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Yesterday night was our church's fall festival. I was the White Queen/Corpse Bride/Queen Elizabeth I.

It wasn't a super-defined character. It had the ambiguity I needed. I powdered my face and wore a wedding dress, pearls and a HUGE diamond ring. (I plan on my engagement ring being just as large *goofy grin*)

I would have powdered my hair, but I woke up 30 minutes before we were supposed to leave. For some reason, on Sunday I was tired. Utterly wiped out. What can I say? Sunday is, after all, the day of rest.

I went to a costume party last week, and I actually had time to do my hair and better accessorize:

Dressing up makes life much more fun. My beauteous sister (on the right) was the red queen. But as you can tell, I have the magic. Magic is much better than looks. Just like in Snow White. The evil queen could make herself beautiful/ugly/whatever...she had the power! {I'm ignoring her eventual downfall}

Okay, this feeling is madness. I DO NOT enjoy being high on allergy medication. My eyes will stay open no longer. I type with them closed.

I bid you goodnight.

Super-girl?

I was radiated. Twice in one day. But there's always an upside... 


Before you start jumping to conclusions (as I realize that in this day and age radiation = cancer) know that I am well, for the most part, and have no life-threatening diseases (other than the normal ones) 


So after that disclaimer: 


Yesterday was an orthodontist day. Yay. My doctor is great, but there's only so much you can do to make wearing braces a "fun" experience. The fact that I have equipment in my mouth that could pay for a decent car doesn't help my dismal outlook... I digress. 


When I went in, I was informed that I was due for a x-ray. Oh boy. Talk about feeling like an experiment. I stood in a crazy contraption, wore a lead apron, and bit down on a piece of plastic while holding my head at a certain angle. The nurse flipped the start switch and quickly exited the room. Metal bars spun around my head.
I might like to add that before the nurse left the room, she told me to stand perfectly still. There's nothing like being made over-conscious of a simple task. I was able to keep my body from moving, but it was pure effort. 


After the examination, the doctor said he didn't really like the x-ray taken. He wanted a larger picture, or something along those lines. 
So we went through the x-ray process again. The hygienist/nurse joked about radiation exposure.


At least I hoped she was joking.

When I got home, I looked up radiation exposure. I came to find out that radiation exposure is what causes superpowers. 


Seriously. Google it. Super powers are caused by radiation. Wise Geek says so. It MUST be true.


So.

I'm developing superpowers as I type this. 


And since the radiation was all targeted at my cranium, I'm sure it's going to unlock the telepathic (otherwise-inaccessible) part of my brain. 
Also, I'm going to fly. 
Maybe I'll be invincible. 


I can already tell a difference. 


Today, my senses are heightened. Every little noise catches my attention. Isn't that what initially happened to Spiderman?  Yup. I'm getting extra-sensory-perception. 


The naysayers (*cough* Mom and Dad *cough*) claim that my senses are extra-sensitive today because my teeth have been tightened. They say that my teeth are giving me a headache and possibly making me delusional. According to them, I have as much a chance of getting ESPN as ESP. 


All I can say is, "Go NY Giants!!" 


*sigh* there always will be critics...


But I'm going with the thought that my super-powers are developing. 


I'll keep you posted.