San Francisco

French Word of the Day: bavard (bah-vard)- talkative

As I go through the treatments, they become less and less invasive in my life.  I’ve become more aware of my trigger foods, so I haven’t been getting as sick.  I slept more than usual after my last treatment.  I got 10 hours of sleep one night- something I hadn’t done since college.  (College was my nap Renaissance.)

Work needed me to fly to a conference in San Francisco on Wednesday.  My doctor had cleared me for air travel.  Her only comment was: “If there’s someone next to you who’s sick, you need to move.”  I didn’t point out that a plane is an enclosed space with recycled air circulating around.

Germ Plane

My seatmate wasn’t sick, but she talked so much that I think I would have preferred a sick person.  She sat next to me and said, “I don’t like to read or watch movies on planes,” which is exactly what every traveler wants to hear.  She did, however, like to complain about how long the plane was taking and inquired every five seconds what time it was.  I pretended to be asleep, but she just reached around me and started flirting with the guy next to me.

Luckily, I only had to sit next to her for 4 and a half hours.

The conference itself went very well.  I got to go out for an hour or two at the end of the day to walk around.  I went to Pier One (not the store) and got a fabulous seafood dinner.  There is no photographic evidence of my meal because I didn’t take pictures of it.  I’ve begun eating my meals instead of just taking pictures of them and placing them on Instagram. (Just like you’re not friends in real life until you’re friends on Facebook, you haven’t had a meal unless it’s been placed on Instagram.) I’m still in the test phase of this new food policy.  I don’t know how I feel about it.

I did take some pictures of the pier with my ever-dependable phone.

The sunset ruins what would have been a fantastic view of the light-up sign.  (That silly sunset, always ruining pictures.)
The sunset ruins what would have been a fantastic view of the light-up sign. (That silly sunset, always ruining pictures.)
This is NOT the Golden Gate bridge.  It's the less popular sister, the Bay Bridge.
This is NOT the Golden Gate bridge. It’s the less popular sister, the Bay Bridge.
Fun fact: The trolley cars go until midnight. Other fun fact: I was asleep well before that time.
Fun fact: The trolley cars go until midnight.
Other fun fact: I was asleep well before that time.

My seatmate on the flight home didn’t speak to me at all, so it was a much better experience.

The conference went really well, so I might get the chance to see more of San Francisco next year!  I was a bit worried the treatments would put everything at a complete standstill for 6 months, but that has proven to be false.  (In a good way.)

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La Pleine Lune

French Word(s) of the Day: la pleine lune (lah plen loon)- the full moon

Did last week feel like it lasted forever to anyone else?  By the end of Monday, I knew I was in trouble because I was convinced it was already Thursday.  There was a full moon, and the crazies came out in full force!

Full moon

I got asked how to use a phone and how to send an email.  (In case anyone was wondering, the most common resolution to any tech problem is “please turn on the machine.”) Someone also asked me how to use Google.  I showed them, but it was extremely rough going there for awhile.  They just could not find that “search” button.  (Yes, the one in the middle of the screen.) I almost sent them this: http://lmgtfy.com/?q=how+to+use+google

But I didn’t because I like not being fired.

Of course, I could just be suffering from all those mood swings I was promised.  Maybe I just had less tolerance for stupidity?  Considering everyone else at work felt the same way, I don’t think it was just me.  Luckily, there was a ton of food left over, so everyone just kept eating their feelings.

Having so much food on hand meant I was eating brownies and cookies at least twice a day.  My stomach has been extremely displeased with my decisions.  (But really, just try to turn down a chocolate peanut butter brownie.  See?  You can’t even resist based off the name!  You’re probably all Googling it now!)  As a result, I swelled up a bit this weekend.

I was okay by Sunday afternoon.  There’s nothing a little Pilates, yoga, and dark chocolate can’t fix.  Except Global Warming.

Stay sane, everyone.