so today, for the first time in my life*, i gave blood. our HR director had arranged for MADA to set up in our office for a few hours and do blood donations. they set up in the conference room: two tables for people to lie down on, a few chairs and a little table with sweets. you know, for after.
the process went fine, even though i hate having needles put in me (don't you start with the whole "but you have tattoos, this should be a piece of cake" thing, cuz it's really not the same at all), and i didn't feel the least bit woozy after, either. the area where the needle was put in, looked fine, too. about an hour later, i unrolled my sleeve and forgot about it.
until an hour after that. when it started hurting a little... i pulled my sleeve up, only to see that the place had become bruised and swollen. feh. so i waltzed back into where they were still taking (giving? - i guess it depends on who we're talking about ;) blood and asked what they thought. obviously it's not the end of the world, but i don't usually bruise after having blood drawn, and this was a little annoying.
later, i was seen around the office wandering, holding a bottle of ice on my arm to make the swelling go down.
it still hurts =(
i hope my arm doesn't fall off =D
*was never able to give blood cuz i'm constantly getting tattooed. this was the first time since i started that there has been a break between sessions longer than a year.
life is good. our apartment is cute. not done yet. but looking nice =)
saturday i finally got my ass to the beach (mind you, it's less than a block from our apartment) for a little while. mariana and i went late in the day so the sun was already disappearing but the water was beautiful.
next month golan doesn't work nights. eeexcellent! next month is my 33rd birthday. next month a couple of friends are getting married (to each other =P).
my parents are coming to see our new place for the first time this week. golan's mom is supposed to come something this week, too... no idea when, though.
so originally, i wanted to go away for a weekend. to a hotel. and i didn't really care where. i even made reservations for us at some fancy hotel in jerusalem. we figured it was close enough to get golan back to tel-aviv in time for work on saturday and it would include all of the perks that i was looking for.
but then i decided that perhaps i would be better off being a little more responsible with my money. considering we just spent a lot on our new place and are hardly even close to being finished with what we want to do. so i canceled.
today i figured out what we are going to be doing... since i will be taking thrusday the 3rd off, we will be going to this water park! =D
maayan (my assistant) came over to hang out. we've been planning to get together for a beer for a while and she's also been meaning to come over to see where we live. she never made it to our former apartment. heh. anyway, we had a couple of beers, talked about everything from work to soccer (not my thing but boy is she into it). was nice =)
thursday we had a bunch of people over, including two hot (cable) technicians who came over again to see wtf is wrong with out connection. they figured it out, but were unable to do anything about it since it appears to be a problem somewhere outside of the building, with the phone company cables. that's supposed to be corrected today. we shall see. we also managed to find too many tics in our apartment. suddenly. without any such prior events. and they did not come from the cat. we immediately proceeded to freak out and call a 24-hour extermination service. they came on friday.
so friday morning we had our contractor come in to complete the window treatments and that was followed but a visit from the exterminator. after which we were not allowed back into our apartment for 10-12 hours. thankfully, we were able to put both the cat and ourselves at tali's apartment (our old place) for the duration. however, since we didn't really want to impose - we found other things to do for most of the day. not to mention that golan was not feeling well and we ended up going to a 24-hour clinic to see about getting him treatment. treatment received, we headed to a friend to hang out. on the way, we came across a street-show by geisha no (i think that's them... i don't really know them so i might be giving incorrect information) @ the ozen, where we also ran into a whole bunch of friends. later, i abandoned golan at said friend's house and went to lie down and watch tv at tali's. when we were finally allowed back in the house, i came in and cleaned a little. golan was still not feeling well, so i ended up going out alone [=(] to help celebrate dik's birthday. good times.
saturday, i think we both slept most of the day. towards the evening, i put up some pictures, then headed out to buy some shelving for our living room and golan headed to work.
today is a new week. i am happy to say that i will later be receiving what i am owed from my former landlord and also visited by the people we bought our mattress from (it ripped right as i opened it; good, huh?) to assess whether it is to be fixed or replaced.
i find it completely amusing that nearly everyone i know in the nyc area has been blogging about how hot it is. i have to say that i do not miss summers in nyc. then again, i don't miss the winters much, either. the weather here in tel-aviv can get hot but at the moment it's rather nice out. ahh, well... one day golan and i will be moving back to new york and we will bitch about the weather along with everyone else.
in other news, we're not quite done with all apartment-related stuff. there is still the issue of getting my money and checks back from my previous landlord (a management company that likes taking it's time with everything but taking people's money) and the issue of the two windows that need to be treated (one with a screen and one with bars). other than that, all the major stuff is done. now we have to focus on stuff we want to do in the apartment. like some carpeting, more closets, another desk, possibly replacing one or both of our couches... one thing at a time, though, i suppose.
oh, and i'm going to be 33 in about three weeks. heh.
music: nothing mood: somewhere between exhausted and completely awake
the cat woke me up. he was playing around with something on the kitchen floor. i went downstairs to see what it was, when i realized that i was still not feeling 100% (went to sleep with a little headache). so i went to take something for my head and have not been able to fall asleep since. wah.
i don't know why i get so incredibly stressed around the time of a move. i mean, i get that it's generally a stressful thing overall, but i feel like i'm overdoing it. i can't seem to just take care of business on my end and relax while waiting for whomever else needs to take care of business on theirs. i'm constantly chasing around after people to paint/move/change electric stuff/deliver/make time for lease-signing/come see the old place so that i can get my deposit+checks back/connect cable/etc.
all i want is for this to be over; for golan and i to enjoy our new place and not have to worry about anything aside from the usual financial obligations etc. there are just so many things on my mind that i find it hard to switch off my brain for even a minute.