Asthma, Positive Thinking, Interviewing and A Ham Sand Bitch

Well, I have been to the hospital twice in one week for Asthma. The first time it was heat induced which you can read about in my previous blog. The day before yesterday it was for a different reason entirely.

I am a pretty smart chick, but I am the first to admit I can do some dumb shit. Asthma is generally triggered by these top things: Smoking (check), Cats or Dogs (check), Dust (check) and Pollen (check). I was not working Wednesday and felt compelled to rearrange my room. Dust everywhere. I then noticed my cat Elwood was beginning to shed his Winter coat. I decided a bath was the best thing to do to keep the cat hair from bothering my asthma. Between the cat hair and the steam and the major ass-whippin my cat gave me through his bath time splendor, I could not breathe. At all. I made it to the back yard and managed to dial 911. It took the paramedics 15 minutes to get there and took me 14 minutes to make it to the front of the house. Pajama pants, t-shirt, no bra, no shoes, no keys, all the lights and the TV on and a soaking wet but v. clean and good smelling cat all over the couch and the coffee pot on. It was pretty bad because both paramedics were working on me with the oxygen and the IV and all the stats. They normally hang out and ask a bunch of questions. They also had the sirens blaring the whole way to the hospital which they never do.

I have been trying to use the power of positive thinking lately and I have to say it works. I thought positive things the whole time. My Pulse Ox is a 98 when I am normal. It was 92 on the way to the hospital. 20 minutes after I got to the hospital it was 100% for the first time I can remember.

I had to call Clint and tell him if he went home I was not kidnapped as everything was up for grabs. He got so upset and he came home and bitched and told me I needed to quit smoking and I didn’t know everything and I thought I did and people from my old job he told were going to call me the next day and on and on,so I just didn’t talk to him for the rest of the night. I know he was only doing that because he loves me, but the presentation was just wrong. The next morning he came in and tried to talk to me and said I better not be holding a grudge and on and on and I, with my positive thinking and not a morning person, told him to go to work or I was positively going to kick his ass and NOBODY better call me that day. Last night we hashed it out and all is well.

I had an interview for a big-time position at Viacom today in Corporate Communications. The guy I would be working with is the coolest guy ever! I am really wanting to own this job. I’d be working with the press and special events. Money is good and benefits rock.

I just got a free ham sandwich. Free lunch is a good way to end the work week. By the way, if I get the job at Viacom CC, then I get free breakfast and lunch every day. Whoo Hoo!

Life is good Y’all!