No time to be a tourist in Austin or enjoy the bike life... only Pain!
I commend folks who find the time to blog every day. Either their life is very exciting or they have absolutely no life! I wish I could share my life in such details.. i really think I should have my own reality show (sometimes). It is always an adventure with me. Recent adventure aka drama aka "Why me! moment". I got a "Free" trip to Austin, Tx for final interview rounds with this amazing company that I love using anyway. I was so excited because I always wanted to check Austin, Tx off my "visited" list, and I made it to the final interview rounds. My flight was for 650am Monday morning, my face felt sore but thought it was how I slept. I paid it no mind, popped my pain reliever med (for my strained muscle that was still healing) and a muscle relaxer (so I wouldn't catch a cramp or blood clot on the 3-4 hour flight).. I was on my way from EWR to Austin. I got off the plane around 9 something and the meds worked, I was pain free. I wasn't running off the plane but I upgraded to a slow low pain limp. I'll take it, considering I couldn't even move on Friday.
I got in a cab, checked into the W hotel.. wishing I was at the Hyatt because 1) the service is better there 2) it was only 1/2 a block from the interview. I crashed took a nap and woke up to a swollen face. Now I'm freaking out thinking it's an allergic reaction. But it's not too bad, so I get dressed, walk 3-4 blocks to my interview and get read for 3 hours of interviews. The more I talked, the more I smiled (it was genuine - I enjoyed the company/conversation), the more the right side of my face began to hurt and swell up. By 4pm I could barely keep my right eye open. I was mortified. I'm sitting in an interview with a bum leg and half my face swollen ... wtf! One of the ladies (bless her heart -so sweet), went on a medicine hunt thru the office for a benadryl pill because i was convinced and had her convinced that it was an allergic reaction. My cheeks were killing me. I took the allergy pill and finished off my last interview.
Thank God the SVP had cancelled his interview with me (meeting conflict).. wheww! The lady from the interview gave me her personal cell phone number incase I had to go to the hospital that night. She was so sweet. I kept it close by because at that point, she was the only one I knew in Austin. I went straight to the CVS and got a bottle of liquid children benadryl (which works the fastest) and a bottle of liquid adult tylenol (also the fastest- liquid goes straight to bloodstream, no breakdown). I immediately felt... nothing!!! Well out the window were my plans to throw on my short shorts and hit the Austin scenery that night. Nope, I was back in my hotel room rubbing my thighs down with Bengay, essential oils, aspercreme, whatever worked!.. Then I pressed against my inflamed leg and hamstrings the freezing cold bottle of veuve clicquot champagne from the mini bar and pressed against my painful cheek a bottle of freezing cold tequila from the mini bar. Poor thing, the next guest to open up a bottle of veuve clicquot is going to smell like Bengay and Aspercreme LOL...
I'm a sucker for pain. I couldn't be a prisoner of war. The pain from getting my hair braided would make me tell the enemy the nuclear passcodes! I was in pain, I was inflamed, I wanted my mommy, more than anything.. I wanted to cry.. but my head was hurting so bad!! My mom was busy looking up reasons for face swelling (she thought it was stressed induced) because at the time, the only thing that hurt was my cheek and my head. Once the pain meds from that morning wore off, my tooth was killing me. Yep, it wasn't an allergic reaction as I miserably assumed, it was an abscessed tooth .. wtf! For those who don't know what an abscessed tooth is.. i pray my worst enemy doesn't have to endure it.. the definition is " A pocket of pus in a tooth caused by an infection" which creates swelling of the tooth, gum then cheek then entire face. It's a bacteria that literally takes over your face starting with your tooth. Once you get a fever the worst part is coming.. that means the bacteria is getting into your bloodstream. Which means - hospital time! At that point, I did the inevitable.. I cried.. and cried.. and took an ibuprofen 800 and passed out!!
I woke up at 330am and got ready for my flight. I refused to be admitted to a hospital in Austin! I was in straight denial too. Forget my muscle strain pain, it was all about that tooth! My face was so swollen when I woke it, it looked like I got in a fight and lost. I could barely open my right eye. To prevent someone thinking I'm a victim of domestic violence, as soon as I got to the airport, I purchased the largest and darkest sunglasses I could find. I didn't care if it was a dark thunderstorm outside or the lights went off, I wasn't take those sunglasses off. I got on that plane -which is clearly not recommended with an abscessed tooth and I flew back to JFK. My mom picked me up and we drove straight to Brooklyn to see my dentist. To spare you the details and another paragraph I ended up on antibiotics and bed rest. The next evening (Wednesday), my mom and I went to the gym and soaked in the steam room and sauna in hopes that it clears up my muscle strain and abscessed tooth at the same time. There was some relief but it was short lived. The pain returned, the meds came out full force and I was asleep as soon as they kicked in!
I hate getting old!!! Oh, did I mention I haven't rode my gsxr yet (since last Thursday)!! I gave the keys to my neighbor Mark so I wouldn't be tempted to ride it behind my mom's back and fully pop my hamstring and end up in the hospital. So, this is good. I haven't even called my neighbor to say I'm back.. i don't even want to know about what I can't have... my baby gsxr600. I rode with a muscle strain on my forearm for a while, adjusted how i rode and i was okay. It's 90% healed. but when you tear up your muscles from your calf to your hip.. nope there's no bike life in that! Only pain lol
I got in a cab, checked into the W hotel.. wishing I was at the Hyatt because 1) the service is better there 2) it was only 1/2 a block from the interview. I crashed took a nap and woke up to a swollen face. Now I'm freaking out thinking it's an allergic reaction. But it's not too bad, so I get dressed, walk 3-4 blocks to my interview and get read for 3 hours of interviews. The more I talked, the more I smiled (it was genuine - I enjoyed the company/conversation), the more the right side of my face began to hurt and swell up. By 4pm I could barely keep my right eye open. I was mortified. I'm sitting in an interview with a bum leg and half my face swollen ... wtf! One of the ladies (bless her heart -so sweet), went on a medicine hunt thru the office for a benadryl pill because i was convinced and had her convinced that it was an allergic reaction. My cheeks were killing me. I took the allergy pill and finished off my last interview.
Thank God the SVP had cancelled his interview with me (meeting conflict).. wheww! The lady from the interview gave me her personal cell phone number incase I had to go to the hospital that night. She was so sweet. I kept it close by because at that point, she was the only one I knew in Austin. I went straight to the CVS and got a bottle of liquid children benadryl (which works the fastest) and a bottle of liquid adult tylenol (also the fastest- liquid goes straight to bloodstream, no breakdown). I immediately felt... nothing!!! Well out the window were my plans to throw on my short shorts and hit the Austin scenery that night. Nope, I was back in my hotel room rubbing my thighs down with Bengay, essential oils, aspercreme, whatever worked!.. Then I pressed against my inflamed leg and hamstrings the freezing cold bottle of veuve clicquot champagne from the mini bar and pressed against my painful cheek a bottle of freezing cold tequila from the mini bar. Poor thing, the next guest to open up a bottle of veuve clicquot is going to smell like Bengay and Aspercreme LOL...
I'm a sucker for pain. I couldn't be a prisoner of war. The pain from getting my hair braided would make me tell the enemy the nuclear passcodes! I was in pain, I was inflamed, I wanted my mommy, more than anything.. I wanted to cry.. but my head was hurting so bad!! My mom was busy looking up reasons for face swelling (she thought it was stressed induced) because at the time, the only thing that hurt was my cheek and my head. Once the pain meds from that morning wore off, my tooth was killing me. Yep, it wasn't an allergic reaction as I miserably assumed, it was an abscessed tooth .. wtf! For those who don't know what an abscessed tooth is.. i pray my worst enemy doesn't have to endure it.. the definition is " A pocket of pus in a tooth caused by an infection" which creates swelling of the tooth, gum then cheek then entire face. It's a bacteria that literally takes over your face starting with your tooth. Once you get a fever the worst part is coming.. that means the bacteria is getting into your bloodstream. Which means - hospital time! At that point, I did the inevitable.. I cried.. and cried.. and took an ibuprofen 800 and passed out!!
I woke up at 330am and got ready for my flight. I refused to be admitted to a hospital in Austin! I was in straight denial too. Forget my muscle strain pain, it was all about that tooth! My face was so swollen when I woke it, it looked like I got in a fight and lost. I could barely open my right eye. To prevent someone thinking I'm a victim of domestic violence, as soon as I got to the airport, I purchased the largest and darkest sunglasses I could find. I didn't care if it was a dark thunderstorm outside or the lights went off, I wasn't take those sunglasses off. I got on that plane -which is clearly not recommended with an abscessed tooth and I flew back to JFK. My mom picked me up and we drove straight to Brooklyn to see my dentist. To spare you the details and another paragraph I ended up on antibiotics and bed rest. The next evening (Wednesday), my mom and I went to the gym and soaked in the steam room and sauna in hopes that it clears up my muscle strain and abscessed tooth at the same time. There was some relief but it was short lived. The pain returned, the meds came out full force and I was asleep as soon as they kicked in!
I hate getting old!!! Oh, did I mention I haven't rode my gsxr yet (since last Thursday)!! I gave the keys to my neighbor Mark so I wouldn't be tempted to ride it behind my mom's back and fully pop my hamstring and end up in the hospital. So, this is good. I haven't even called my neighbor to say I'm back.. i don't even want to know about what I can't have... my baby gsxr600. I rode with a muscle strain on my forearm for a while, adjusted how i rode and i was okay. It's 90% healed. but when you tear up your muscles from your calf to your hip.. nope there's no bike life in that! Only pain lol
