Merry Christmas!!!
Well, it's been another week of ick. I finally got in to see the Dr. Friday. He told me I have a "flu-like virus" and I need to rest. Doesn't he know there's a holiday approaching?!!?!? He claims he knows. He also says I've been working too hard and stressing my little body out. I need rest. And fluids. So today, the first day of my 6 days off, I rested. I know the Good Lord rested on the 7th day, but I don't have a 7th day, so I'm gonna try for little rests here and there for 6 days! :)
Today I slept until noon, then stayed in bed until 1 reading. I figured that was a good concession to running around the rest of the day! :) I got my haircut, went to buy a gift for my roommate and finish my sister, then to the grocery store for Christmas Eve dinner. Grocery store was disappointing, so I went to mom and dad's and hung out a little, went to dinner with them and then to another grocery store to finish my shopping. Two little gifts left to buy and then I am finished! Yay!
Even got some of my baking done. All in all good. Well, gotta get to bed. Rest, you know?
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
So Sick
I was right. Deep down I think I knew Monday that it was coming. I got sick.
I spent Tuesday with a sinus headache I just couldn't shake, but the day was going pretty well. Bill and I were both scheduled on 12-end of practices, but he told me to go around 6pm. I headed for the door, making a quick pit stop at the Little Jenn's room. While there, it hit me...my clothes hurts. I made it to the car, met mom and dad for dinner and said "My clothes hurt". My mom was sitting next to me and said she could feel the heat radiating off my body. I promised her I'd take my temp as soon as I got home. (Not only do I have a thermometer, I knew where it was! :) ) 101.5 and eveny my nice Penguin flannel pajamas hurt. I crawled into bed shivering, took some Nyquil and off I went into deep sleeps segmented into 1 or 2 hour chunks. Before drifting off I had text messaged Bill, who told me to take the next day off and get better. Leave it to me to leave my Christmas Cards (yes, the ones I'm allergic to) at work!
9:00am I awoke feeling slightly better. PJ's didn't hurt me...always a good sign! I rolled over, called work to tell them I wouldn't be in, then laid in bed. My inner self was like a kid on a snow day. It kept throwing out all the things we could finally get done now that we didn't have to work - I could go to the grocery store, get some Christmas shopping done, walk on the treadmill, throw out those potted plants in front of the house, clean the office, rearrange my closets. The inner kid was squelched by reality when, because I was feeling good, I got up, dressed and headed to the drugstore to replenish my NyQuil and barely made it home before collapsing in a heap on the couch, exhausted. I placated him (I'm pretty sure it's a boy with TONS of energy and ADD) by eating a scoop or two of the ice cream I had bought to go with my NyQuil and Ginger Ale for breakfast. I watched Rachel Ray, played a little on the internet, fended off inner little kid pouting, slept from 11:30-2:30/3:00 ate some lunch. watched some more t.v. Some people might have felt it was a GREAT day, but I felt lethargic and icky - my throat was sore mixed with the thoughts of all the things I needed to be doing going through my head. Not restful per say, but apparently needed. It took all day, but by bedtime, my fever was only between 99 and 100. Yay!
I couldn't stand ANOTHER day home sick, so I went into work on Thursday. I figured I was in at 10, so even if I could only make it until 12 when Bill got in, I'd at least done something. The day was kind of lazy and at 5pm I trekked home to bed. I was 99.5 so I figured, cured! Only problem is the stupid emotional thing. Does anybody else get emotional when sick? I cried at Miracle when we watched it Thursday at work. I've seen the freakin' movie before. I cried thinking of the fact I'm a bad daughter for having no present for my mom. I cried thinking about all the baking I wanted to do and didn't get done. I cried for the homeless shelter girls (oh, and almost when talking to our coach to ask about a "late" date for a slacker), the kid at a neighbor high school that was killed...after today, make that 2, same high school, my sister, the hallmark commercials...you name it, it makes me teary. I HATE that!
The weekend was a long one. I'm still feeling terribly void of energy and could've spent all day today curled up in bed. However, the 11 year old girls whose ages I picked off the tree from the Shelter where our kids spend Christmas Friday (21st) playing santa and feeding the homeless, still needed gifts. They were due in on Friday, but the Girls' Basketball coach is in charge and told me I could get them to him on Monday. I celebrated my mother's birthday yesterday and, for the first time in years, without having a present for her. I felt like such a slacker. She didn't care, but I was beside myself. Since I lost Wednesday (when I wasn't supposed to be at work until late afternoon) to a sick day, and Thursday and Friday to sleeping in to recover and work, and Saturday morning to working, I didn't get to shop for any of it. So, I drug myself out of bed this morning and off to shop. My throat is better, I can swallow without pain, I have developed a slight cough and still have the energy of a sloth. No rest for the weary this week as Bill is in Disney with his family until Wednesday, so Ive got work til 8pm tomorrow and BBkt Games til 10pm on Tuesday. Hopefully, I can sleep in enough in the mornings to speed the stupid ick on its way out of my body. But crap....isn't there a holiday coming up? Guess I need to shop for that too! Maybe NEXT weekend! :) :)
Hope ya'll're doing better than I. Stay warm, dry and out of the freakin wind (it's up to 40 mph, supposed to top 55mph tonight!)!!! Love ya'll!
I spent Tuesday with a sinus headache I just couldn't shake, but the day was going pretty well. Bill and I were both scheduled on 12-end of practices, but he told me to go around 6pm. I headed for the door, making a quick pit stop at the Little Jenn's room. While there, it hit me...my clothes hurts. I made it to the car, met mom and dad for dinner and said "My clothes hurt". My mom was sitting next to me and said she could feel the heat radiating off my body. I promised her I'd take my temp as soon as I got home. (Not only do I have a thermometer, I knew where it was! :) ) 101.5 and eveny my nice Penguin flannel pajamas hurt. I crawled into bed shivering, took some Nyquil and off I went into deep sleeps segmented into 1 or 2 hour chunks. Before drifting off I had text messaged Bill, who told me to take the next day off and get better. Leave it to me to leave my Christmas Cards (yes, the ones I'm allergic to) at work!
9:00am I awoke feeling slightly better. PJ's didn't hurt me...always a good sign! I rolled over, called work to tell them I wouldn't be in, then laid in bed. My inner self was like a kid on a snow day. It kept throwing out all the things we could finally get done now that we didn't have to work - I could go to the grocery store, get some Christmas shopping done, walk on the treadmill, throw out those potted plants in front of the house, clean the office, rearrange my closets. The inner kid was squelched by reality when, because I was feeling good, I got up, dressed and headed to the drugstore to replenish my NyQuil and barely made it home before collapsing in a heap on the couch, exhausted. I placated him (I'm pretty sure it's a boy with TONS of energy and ADD) by eating a scoop or two of the ice cream I had bought to go with my NyQuil and Ginger Ale for breakfast. I watched Rachel Ray, played a little on the internet, fended off inner little kid pouting, slept from 11:30-2:30/3:00 ate some lunch. watched some more t.v. Some people might have felt it was a GREAT day, but I felt lethargic and icky - my throat was sore mixed with the thoughts of all the things I needed to be doing going through my head. Not restful per say, but apparently needed. It took all day, but by bedtime, my fever was only between 99 and 100. Yay!
I couldn't stand ANOTHER day home sick, so I went into work on Thursday. I figured I was in at 10, so even if I could only make it until 12 when Bill got in, I'd at least done something. The day was kind of lazy and at 5pm I trekked home to bed. I was 99.5 so I figured, cured! Only problem is the stupid emotional thing. Does anybody else get emotional when sick? I cried at Miracle when we watched it Thursday at work. I've seen the freakin' movie before. I cried thinking of the fact I'm a bad daughter for having no present for my mom. I cried thinking about all the baking I wanted to do and didn't get done. I cried for the homeless shelter girls (oh, and almost when talking to our coach to ask about a "late" date for a slacker), the kid at a neighbor high school that was killed...after today, make that 2, same high school, my sister, the hallmark commercials...you name it, it makes me teary. I HATE that!
The weekend was a long one. I'm still feeling terribly void of energy and could've spent all day today curled up in bed. However, the 11 year old girls whose ages I picked off the tree from the Shelter where our kids spend Christmas Friday (21st) playing santa and feeding the homeless, still needed gifts. They were due in on Friday, but the Girls' Basketball coach is in charge and told me I could get them to him on Monday. I celebrated my mother's birthday yesterday and, for the first time in years, without having a present for her. I felt like such a slacker. She didn't care, but I was beside myself. Since I lost Wednesday (when I wasn't supposed to be at work until late afternoon) to a sick day, and Thursday and Friday to sleeping in to recover and work, and Saturday morning to working, I didn't get to shop for any of it. So, I drug myself out of bed this morning and off to shop. My throat is better, I can swallow without pain, I have developed a slight cough and still have the energy of a sloth. No rest for the weary this week as Bill is in Disney with his family until Wednesday, so Ive got work til 8pm tomorrow and BBkt Games til 10pm on Tuesday. Hopefully, I can sleep in enough in the mornings to speed the stupid ick on its way out of my body. But crap....isn't there a holiday coming up? Guess I need to shop for that too! Maybe NEXT weekend! :) :)
Hope ya'll're doing better than I. Stay warm, dry and out of the freakin wind (it's up to 40 mph, supposed to top 55mph tonight!)!!! Love ya'll!
Monday, December 10, 2007
"I'm A Cranky Old Yank In A Clanky Old Tank"
Hi All!
I changed my Board name to a song title and am going to try and label every post accordingly. I'll put the artist at the end of my post. You guys know how I like to go on whims...so we'll see how long this one lasts.
Today I'm just tired and irritable. The day started o.k. I got up early-ish, showered and went to pick up the postcards I had made. I didn't have many of them made, so some of you will get made and some of you will get Hallmark. When you care enough.... :) :) They turned out GREAT! I was a little worried because they were cheap compared to other places. Put them in the car, ran home to get my address book so I could address cards at work and this is where the day went into the toliet.
Just call me Susan Ross, because I think I was/am allergic to the Christmas Cards. On the 20 or so mintue drive to work I began sneezing uncontrollable and I could feel my eyes swelling shut. I pulled over to actually get out of the car and get some air and hope the allergy attack went away. Oh, did I mention I pulled over at a Starbucks? I went the alternate way to work so I could pass the cheap gas station. Cheap gas went awry (see below) and the allergy attack cuminated RIGHT near the Starbucks! :) Just an added Peppermint Latte bonus! :) I continued my drive to work with no heater ('cuz maybe it was really that, although it hasn't bothered me any other time than today) and the windows open. The only OTHER thing in my car besides the cards was Jill's microwave, but I'd had no problems driving home with it in the car Sunday night.
I tried to stop for gas, but the cheap-gas gas station was packed. The station near my house wasn't bad, but I thought I could do better at the cheap-gas station so I passed the close one by. I kept heading to work but the prices just kept going up. The WaWa gas near work had me paying 10 cents more per gallon than the one near my house, but I was desperate and now annoyed as I pulled in to fill up.
The 3 major concerns in my life presently are 1) That I just barely have enough money to get by each month and this is not putting anything aside for the summer. When I sit down and work out the numbers, I should have enough money to not only eat, but to have the occasional Starbucks and then some. I am totally perplexed over the money and live every minute scared to death of not being able to pay my bills each month. 2) My car is 6000 miles over for the year on the lease and I'm not doing an exorbanant amount of driving. Unless I can find a way to knock miles off my commute each day or driving per year I'm gonna end up paying MASSIVE amounts in overage. (See #1 concern) 3) The heating/electric bill was almost $300 this month and if I did the math right, we are on track for double that next month. (See#1 concern) So I walk around hearing the meter move in my head and HATE turning on the lights every day. This SUCKS because I had a special outlet put in outside when I moved in JUST so I could hang Christmas lights....which I did, but I can't plug them in because (see #1 and #3). These things are what pretty much is occupying my time. Sooo, in an effort to save both gas AND miles, I tried taking the back way from the gas station (3 blocks up and one block over) from my office and ended up getting lost and going 4 or 5 miles out of my way. Pretty scenery. Sucky, tense and irritable me. Oh, and the allergen in the car? STILL THERE!
Got to work, pretty ticked off and feeling just the under-the-surface annoyed that makes one extremembly cranky. Had people pulling me in 6 different directions AS I WAS GOING TO SWIPE IN and realized, today was pretty much gonna suck! The day DID get better, but I didn't. I'm wiped out. For those with allergies or asthma, you get it. You know the wiped out, totally spent feeling I experienced the rest of the day. For those of you who don't, think about a time where you cried and cried - hysterically sobbing (and doing the crying Eddie Murphy talks about in either Raw or Delirious - I always watch them together, so they blend in my head as one big routine). Now, remember how you felt afterward? THAT'S the feeling! I came home and decorated my little tree which should've made me happy, but then I can't turn on the freakin' lights! (Well, I DID turn off all the lights in the house and ate dinner by the light of the Christmas Tree, but I started falling asleep in my Mac and Cheese, so the lights went off and the big ones went back on.)
So, today you pretty much could tell me "look at the fact ___________" (like Christmas is coming or that I have a roof over my head and family and friends who love me) and I could tell you 16 reasons why that fact sucks! :) Good thing I'm alone, sitting here typing this. Not too good a company today. Almost makes me wonder if the 2 days spent at mom and dad's with heat and Dad's cold, plus the weather, plus the no heat in my house have me breaking down and getting a cold. Maybe that's better than just being a miserable grinchy person! :)
I'm off to do what I've wanted to do pretty much al day. I'm gonna put on my warm flannel penguin pjs, crawl into my bed and tell the day to go on without me.
Song by Bing Crosby
I changed my Board name to a song title and am going to try and label every post accordingly. I'll put the artist at the end of my post. You guys know how I like to go on whims...so we'll see how long this one lasts.
Today I'm just tired and irritable. The day started o.k. I got up early-ish, showered and went to pick up the postcards I had made. I didn't have many of them made, so some of you will get made and some of you will get Hallmark. When you care enough.... :) :) They turned out GREAT! I was a little worried because they were cheap compared to other places. Put them in the car, ran home to get my address book so I could address cards at work and this is where the day went into the toliet.
Just call me Susan Ross, because I think I was/am allergic to the Christmas Cards. On the 20 or so mintue drive to work I began sneezing uncontrollable and I could feel my eyes swelling shut. I pulled over to actually get out of the car and get some air and hope the allergy attack went away. Oh, did I mention I pulled over at a Starbucks? I went the alternate way to work so I could pass the cheap gas station. Cheap gas went awry (see below) and the allergy attack cuminated RIGHT near the Starbucks! :) Just an added Peppermint Latte bonus! :) I continued my drive to work with no heater ('cuz maybe it was really that, although it hasn't bothered me any other time than today) and the windows open. The only OTHER thing in my car besides the cards was Jill's microwave, but I'd had no problems driving home with it in the car Sunday night.
I tried to stop for gas, but the cheap-gas gas station was packed. The station near my house wasn't bad, but I thought I could do better at the cheap-gas station so I passed the close one by. I kept heading to work but the prices just kept going up. The WaWa gas near work had me paying 10 cents more per gallon than the one near my house, but I was desperate and now annoyed as I pulled in to fill up.
The 3 major concerns in my life presently are 1) That I just barely have enough money to get by each month and this is not putting anything aside for the summer. When I sit down and work out the numbers, I should have enough money to not only eat, but to have the occasional Starbucks and then some. I am totally perplexed over the money and live every minute scared to death of not being able to pay my bills each month. 2) My car is 6000 miles over for the year on the lease and I'm not doing an exorbanant amount of driving. Unless I can find a way to knock miles off my commute each day or driving per year I'm gonna end up paying MASSIVE amounts in overage. (See #1 concern) 3) The heating/electric bill was almost $300 this month and if I did the math right, we are on track for double that next month. (See#1 concern) So I walk around hearing the meter move in my head and HATE turning on the lights every day. This SUCKS because I had a special outlet put in outside when I moved in JUST so I could hang Christmas lights....which I did, but I can't plug them in because (see #1 and #3). These things are what pretty much is occupying my time. Sooo, in an effort to save both gas AND miles, I tried taking the back way from the gas station (3 blocks up and one block over) from my office and ended up getting lost and going 4 or 5 miles out of my way. Pretty scenery. Sucky, tense and irritable me. Oh, and the allergen in the car? STILL THERE!
Got to work, pretty ticked off and feeling just the under-the-surface annoyed that makes one extremembly cranky. Had people pulling me in 6 different directions AS I WAS GOING TO SWIPE IN and realized, today was pretty much gonna suck! The day DID get better, but I didn't. I'm wiped out. For those with allergies or asthma, you get it. You know the wiped out, totally spent feeling I experienced the rest of the day. For those of you who don't, think about a time where you cried and cried - hysterically sobbing (and doing the crying Eddie Murphy talks about in either Raw or Delirious - I always watch them together, so they blend in my head as one big routine). Now, remember how you felt afterward? THAT'S the feeling! I came home and decorated my little tree which should've made me happy, but then I can't turn on the freakin' lights! (Well, I DID turn off all the lights in the house and ate dinner by the light of the Christmas Tree, but I started falling asleep in my Mac and Cheese, so the lights went off and the big ones went back on.)
So, today you pretty much could tell me "look at the fact ___________" (like Christmas is coming or that I have a roof over my head and family and friends who love me) and I could tell you 16 reasons why that fact sucks! :) Good thing I'm alone, sitting here typing this. Not too good a company today. Almost makes me wonder if the 2 days spent at mom and dad's with heat and Dad's cold, plus the weather, plus the no heat in my house have me breaking down and getting a cold. Maybe that's better than just being a miserable grinchy person! :)
I'm off to do what I've wanted to do pretty much al day. I'm gonna put on my warm flannel penguin pjs, crawl into my bed and tell the day to go on without me.
Song by Bing Crosby
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