Elephant Butts vs. Cat butts

I’ve started this blog entry five times already and failed to complete it every time.  You might have been thinking a giant cat butt got me since this is such a late post. Well, I’ve learned that there are bigger things out to get me other than cat butts. Yes, I got tackled by a big, humongous, overzealous, elephant-sized dung shooter.  Something got me and stopped me flat in my tracks.Elephant Ass

It seems I somehow got a major infection in my upper rear molar and it has wreaked havoc on my life for the past two weeks.  My regular dentist didn’t want to touch it because he said my teeth were just too scary for him. I have an abnormal root system that is, according to my dentist, the spawn of some sort of satanic dental architecture. So, he sent me to a specialist to get a root canal.  The specialist could not see me for a few days, so my dentist equipped me with some pain meds. I ate those puppies like candy, and they barely took the sting out. When I finally got to the specialist, I looked like Holy Hell on a stick.  I was a mess.  I felt like my gums were on fire and I wasn’t really taking good care of myself by then, so I am sure my hair had some sort of Medusa thing going on. My eyes were the worst; they looked like cesspools of pure misery, drifting in and out of focus.My Bad Tooth

The endodontist, Dr. Haglund, who performed the root canal, was great. This is the first time I had been there and was pleased to hear the staff ask what kind of music I would like playing while they drilled into my tooth. It was a toss-up between my favorite techno artist, Basshunter, or some hardcore nasty rap.  I thought things would go better with techno, so Basshunter started booming on Pandora and the dentist went to work.  Dr. Haglund numbed my tooth so I would not feel a thing. My face was so paralyzed, my left eyeball ceased to behave on command.  I could barely see out of it, nor could I move it. How crazy is that?  The whole procedure wasn’t too bad, but about six hours later, I was screaming bloody cat balls!  The pain was so intense; I could barely lift my head.  More pain meds for me, please.

attack mouth

Needless to say, I was pretty much a basket case for the next couple of days.  My husband and I had a trip planned to Raleigh, NC for the inaugural Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon.  We left for the trip, but I wasn’t sure if I would run or not. My tooth was still hurting and all the antibiotics and steroids the doctor prescribed were seriously messing with my digestive system, so running 13.1 miles wasn’t looking too good. Still, in the end, I got caught up in all the excitement and decided to run.  I took some extra ibuprofen and hoofed it.  I’ve gotta say, it was tough, but I finished.

After that, I thought I could conquer a crazy cat butt tooth, so I started my blog entry for a fourth time.  Again, I got tackled by the elephant ass of immense pain.  This tooth had some sort of curse on it. I went back to Dr. Hagland and he tinkered around with it a little more.  That seemed to do the trick. It isn’t 100%, but I think I am on the road to chewing my food once again.

So to sum it up, I will tally these past couple of weeks up as Fat Elephant Ass: 1, and Karen: 0, but a wash with cat butts.  I think I did OK there.

Now I am off to Seattle for a big convention; and I don’t have to worry about a nasty toothache. I still expect to get into some sort of trouble; that seems to be how I roll.  However, it will make for a good blog entry, no?

I didn’t make a lot of progress kicking the other cat butts in my life, but those are mostly mental compared to this one, which was painfully physical.  Sometimes you have to stop and do battle with big elephant butts, so don’t get frustrated. When it is done, just start moving forward again.

Trouble coming

Look out cat butts.  I am coming for you.

Karen

Sometimes, They Get You

When I started this cat butt kicking lifestyle, I knew there would be days when the butt would win. This particular cat butt wasn’t an especially big one, or an important one, but it really irked me that I succumbed.

Pounce

Look out. They are everywhere

How it all started
Let me start out by saying that last week was really tough.  I was physically and mentally exhausted.  I did a little traveling for work, but that wasn’t the reason I was so tired.  My nightmares were keeping me up. It isn’t uncommon for me to have nightmares. Most of them are actually quite fun. I am usually in some alternate reality fighting vampires, zombies, and other creepy things. Sure, it is a bloody, sticky mess and my heart beats out of my chest, but these kinds of dreams are the best and I get the biggest kick out of running from a giant squid monster or getting stuck inside some amorphous jelly-like blob. The real nightmares happen when I dream about work.  You know the kind; you are asked about a project you haven’t even started; you catch a error in your PowerPoint presentation in the middle of the meeting and someone calls you out on it (usually with big, bad words); or the wrong things keep coming out of your mouth and you can’t shut up and things just spiral out of control. Yep, those are the things that have been keeping me up at night.

When the Cat Butt Got Me
On Wednesday, I was dead on my feet. My mind was fuzzed from sleep deprivation, and I was doing my best not to fall face first into a pile of notes with handwriting I couldn’t even read. (My penmanship sucks.) I was chugging coffee cup after cup, slinging back 5-hour energy drinks every couple of hours, and giving myself hard slaps on the face so I would at least remember to breathe.  Yes, I was that tired and my concentration skills were shot. If I saw a picture of a beach, I would think how nice it would be to take a nap on the soft, warm sand. If someone were talking about snow, I would think how nice it would be to build an igloo and hibernate in it for a good six months. I had it bad. The end of the workday was finally coming to a close and I headed home with visions of bed and pillows. However, I had one more thing to do before I could sink into my soft, oh-so-soft bed. I’ve got a half-marathon road race coming up in a few weeks and I needed to log some training miles. This was the last thing I wanted to do; still, I put on the running gear, trying desperately not to even lean on my bed. By this time, the bed seemed to have super gravitational powers and if I touched it, I would be doomed.  I got out of the house as quickly as I could and started jogging down the street. I hadn’t been running for more than five minutes when my feet just stopped. They turned me around and made me look at my house. It looked really nice, warm and inviting. I even think I heard it say, “I miss you. Please come back and take a nap with me.” But like the stubborn ass I can sometimes be, I turned my iPod on full break-your-eardrums high and pushed onward. You might think this was a victory, and not a defeat. Perhaps it was, but it was short lived.Very Tired

I was about two miles out and I was feeling every step; every footfall on the concrete seemed to pull my legs downward. My legs felt like they were sinking into the pavement as if it were sticky, gooey clay; every step just got heavier and heavier until I felt like I was dragging along the road.  All I could think about was sleeping in my nice soft bed with a cat purring at my feet. I rounded a corner and saw my route was somewhat blocked. I was running in an area where new home construction was going up, and several trucks and workmen were loading and unloading equipment on both sides of the street. My mind, as slow as it was, quickly rationalized that I should avoid this by taking a shortcut. My cat butt kicking self said there was no reason to avoid this route; there was plenty of room. Guess who won.  The cat butt got me. I turned and took the short cut. My mind was smiling at how much closer and sooner the finish would be.  My cat butt kicking self was scolding the crud out of me. How could I succumb so fast? The speed and ease in which I let the butt win was scary. Yet, I was too tired to beat myself up too much, which was concerning too.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep very well that night either. Not only was I having work nightmares, now I was having running nightmares. In those, I would try to run, but I couldn’t.  I would be stuck in place and people would just run passed me laughing. Ahhhh! What I wouldn’t give for a bloody toothed vampire right about then.

Coming to terms with the butt in your way

Coming to terms with the butt in your way

Moving Past the Cat Butt Debacle
I wasn’t happy with myself.  It happened and I couldn’t go back a fix it. I wanted to blame it on my lack of sleep, my need to be rendered unconscious for many days, but really, I’ve used that tired old cat butt of an excuse for so many things for so long; it is time to change. Before I started this quest, I would have thrown up my hands and declared myself a failure and start letting any old cat butt stop me because I just wasn’t cut out for any kind of success. Not this time though. I had to prove I was changing into a better, more determined person.

When Saturday finally rolled around, I had an 8 mile run planned in my training schedule. And it was raining. It wasn’t a thunderstorm, just a cold, wet, annoying rain. I didn’t even bat an eye at the wet stuff.  I put on my running gear plus a little rain gear and headed out. Most of the time, the rain was fairly light, but there were times when it really poured. Those were the times when I was kicking some butts. Those stinky poop holes were telling me to stop under shelters, loop back around and go home, and even hitch a ride from a neighbor (who was kind enough to offer a wet mess like me into her car). I left all those butts sloshing around in the mud as I trudged forward. I was finishing what I started.  And I did finish.

Whatever it takes (photo by Snoron.com)

Whatever it takes (image by Snoron.com)

 

This may seem like a super small victory to some, but it is more than that to me. It proves to me that I can keep going and trying even after a failure. It also shows me that I can fail and probably will again, but failure doesn’t have to get the last meow.

I’m still pretty tired. The nightmares about work haven’t let up, so it might be time to start kicking cat butt in the dream world too. I wonder if I can manifest a few vampires, werewolves, and maybe a ghoul or two into these work dreams of mine. I’ll give it a shot; what is the worst that can happen? Maybe a mindless PowerPoint shape will swallow me up? Yikes! Terrifying.

 

Kicking more cat butt every day!

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