So it looks like....

I've simply not had a holiday! I worked on 25th from home...then y-day and today I've been at work the whole time...and I've simply not had the feel of a holiday or a weekend... and this work -o- holic-ness is setting in to me...and it's not good!

The reason behind all this stress and work is a project that we're doing which has tight deadlines and lots of complications..sigh

B'coz of this I haven't had time to hit the gym in 3 weeks! and it's killing me coz physically I don't feel good when I've not worked out at all..:(

Hopefully by the end of Jan, things should ease.. and I look forward to taking a few days off and resting since I'm losing almost 2 weeks of annual leave right now as I can't use it and the year is almost over! Gah!

Anyways,

Belated X'mas wishes to those who celebrated..

And here's wishing everyone a fabulous new year...filled with prosperity, success and lots of good things and chocolate brownies..:)

*burp*

I like some Indian dishes.

A few of us were taken out for lunch by the boss about an hour back and today was Indian food. He told me to try the Punjabi Thali and so I did.

It was HUGE!

But

most of it was yummmmmmmmmm

though I couldn't even think of finishing it coz the variety that comes in that dish is big...

But occasional greediness did get to me this time and I did eat quite a lot..


now...

I'm so damn full and feel like lying down in one of the meeting rooms and sleeping!

:)

But

I've to prepare for a presentation which is going to take place in an hour..

sigh!

A dose of the week I've been through

First, it's the never ending saga of work.

Then we had our office xmas party last Friday night and let me tell you how I provided entertainment. Since work's been crazy, I was looking forward to the party to have fun. I was happy high first and then was on my way to getting drunk. The music made me burn quite a lot of calories and my speed of dancing kept up with the music I must say.

I could see quite a few people including DQ staring at me with concern. And I kept telling everyone that 'I was Fine'..:)

While dancing I also managed to break one of my heels and I couldn't even find it later.:( and since the music was good, I took off my shoes and kept dancing..

Only problem is my bro had to work late and so he wasn't able to drop and pick me (which is usually the way when I get to a party). But my bro finished work and said he could cab it to the party and drive me home. So to save him the trouble, I thought I'll drive to his office and then let him drive me home.

There were a number of people saying they will drive me and I just wouldn't let them and I'm not sure why...

So somehow I did manage..and a battalion of guys came with me in the car while more people followed me and then all was fine.

Then after getting home, I was wondering whether my mum would figure...then again what could I do? As I entered I dramatically explained to my mum about what happened to my shoe and showed it to her. She just threw into a fit of laughter.

She kept coming into my room and talking to me and I kept talking to her too...

and all was fine..:)

[Learning - Never take the car if no one is around to drive me after a party.]

But, the hangover really got to me the whole of y-day and today I'm fine..First time it went off in a day, which is a good thing.

Then just 2 hours ago, my mum took me to get some blood tests done as she wants to see what my cholesterol, blood sugar levels etc are like.. After battling out for so long, I finally gave up and went.

It was a nightmare!

The nurses couldn't really take blood properly - which is always the case. Since I'm chubby and dark, it's never easy for them to find veins unless the nurse is experienced.

These young ones had a time. They pricked me several times all over both hands and with every needle movement my mum was making noises as though she was the one in pain. I asked her what was wrong with her...she said she couldn't bear to watch it. So I asked her to turn away!

Finally they managed to prick me on my right hand below the wrist and it hurt so much coz the pressure is low there and they could only draw a little at a time. The painful process finally ended and the nurses apologised...I told them not to coz I know it's difficult in my case.

Somehow even once they got into a vein, they couldn't draw blood no matter how much pressure was put to it. So then my mum panicked again and ran to get more tests written to check the count and all that...

Now I've got plasters all over my hands.. and some of the pricked areas actually hurt...

Fairness

Y-day afternoon I went shopping for a wedding gift and stopped at a beauty products counter to get powder blush. The sales girl gave me what I wanted and casually showed a fairness cream (which probably cost a fortune)and said I should try it. For those of you who don't know, I've got dark skin.

I looked at her and said I wasn't interested in fairness creams and that I'm fine without any.

She looked at my face again and said that I really should try it... to which I responded saying No.

She just wouldn't give up! She said that I was quite dark and that I should use it...

This really ticked me off so I looked into her eyes and told her that I'm fine with my complexion and that I don't want anything to do with fairness creams!! I didn't sound rude though coz she was just doing her job afterall..

But seriously... a part of me felt sort of offended I guess.. coz she kept shoving that damn cream at me face. It's ok to suggest the product but not push it so much. Don't they bother to think how the person they're talking to actually might be feeling?

I know my mum wishes I had her fair complexion and not my dad's dark skin. I know when I was in school I always wanted to be fair coz the way things were, it was always 'fair is beautiful'.

But I'm fine with things now and I don't want any damn fairness creams! and I always knew that you can't drastically change the pigmentation in your skin.

I was angry at this so wanted to let it out.

Now I'm fine.

On a different note - For the first time in my life, I went to a wedding last night which had a seashell theme. Unusual I would say and kinda nice. Except the poruwa and setty-back kinda looked really funny...

The sleep drug

Since my catarrh has been really bad for the past month or so, I've been having a really hard time day in and day out. When my mum and I went shopping on Saturday, she casually asked the pharmacist to give me something over the counter for it and I mentioned all the pills I've tried but never worked.

The pharmacist looked puzzled and said that if those drugs never worked, there's nothing she can give me but that I could try one other pill, for which I really don't remember the name.

I got pills for just 4 days and it's only to be taken at night. About half an hour after taking it, it makes me feel like... and then I get into this mode of 'happy high' and it just makes me sleep like a baby. Makes me sleep a little too long and as a result, I'm still sleepy..

But, it isn't helping me with the Catarrh...though it helps me sleep peacefully..:)

I also don't think this over the counter medication is a good idea.... I don't try it really....except just when I really badly need something... you never know what the consequence could be.

Oh well..... and I also have quite a number of weddings this month. Such an expensive month it's been so far. But, nothing beats the year end hope and feeling in the air...

An eye opener and interesting conversation

Remember this post where I had mentioned about meeting this awesome Endocrinologist? Here’s part two of the story.

On Sunday morning, my mother had made another appointment with him as I had to show him some test results. So went to him and showed everything to him. He said nothing much could be done and that I just have to accept things the way they’re..

He said that he can see I’m really fit and to keep working out. But he still kept questioning me on certain things, my habits and all that. Then he suddenly asked if I had trouble sleeping. This came to me as a shock and then I told him my sleeping problem as well...

He looked at my mum and asked if anyone in my family had depression. She thought for a while and said that according to her knowledge, there wasn’t anyone like that. At this point the doc said that he wanted to ask me a few personal questions and asked whether it’s ok for my mum to be there.

My mum sat up straight in her chair and said “we’re like friends.. we talk everything..”

But the doc sorta knew, and so asked my mum and the nurse to step out and spoke to me. He told me to tell him everything that is bothering me and to tell him why I tend to be depressed.

So I told him that the biggest thing is not having my dad around. I sorta started tearing coz I’ve never opened to an outsider like this. It was tough but I did it.
Then he asked if I was close to my mum... and I said ‘no...she never understands me’
He then called my mum in and told her that her daughter is having a hard time dealing with the loss of her father.

She looked at him and said “ I get her everything she needs. Her father has left her everything she needs in life. He didn’t just leave everyone in trouble or anything. She even got a car last year and I don’t see why she needs to be sad.”

The doc interrupted her and said “all those are material things and what she misses is the bond. I suggest you give her some space and not nag all the time. She’s a beautiful adult who can manage her life and you should give her some space.”

My mum never agreed. Made me sad...but also made me realise ...

She has never lost a parent. She had both parents till she was around 50. She will never know... so I guess the real comfort and space I need is something I will never get. I’ve tried talking to her twice before..it never really worked.

So yea.... dealing with it. I did not tell her about anything else coz she would’ve just flipped!

That’s my story of the day.