- I seem to have a spring cold. Or possibly seasonal allergies. I’ve been telling people at work it’s allergies so as not to alarm them with any potential germiness, but since I’ve never before experienced seasonal allergies, it seems more likely that it’s a mild headcold. Either way, it makes sleeping difficult, my nose is red from all the scratchy tissues, and I’m pretty sure that it’s stress related.
- This is usually my favorite time of year. Things are popping up all over my garden. The biggest hop plant is nearly 5 feet tall (as of last night). There are peas, and radishes, and a few potatoes. Soon, there will be OTHER things. I just wish I had more time/energy/sunshine to devote to my BAAAAAAAAAABIES.
- One more week of extreme work craziness (the budgety stuff that I don’t quite understand yet), and then a month of regular work craziness (busy, but at least I know what I’m doing), and five and a half weeks of my Resarch Methods class, and then I will have a bit of a breather to figure out what’s going on with work. I just registered for Summery Quarter for school, and realized that after my 2 summer classes, I’ll only have one more class left before capstone! ACK!
sick
Three Things Thursday
Weekend Review for 3/7/11
This weekend was interesting.
Friday seemed much busier than it should’ve. I overslept (which almost never happens) and was barely dressed & caffeinated when my new guestroom mattress arrived. Immediately after mattress delivery, I had just enough time to do a little homework before heading out for a doctor’s appointment, the follow-up beer (what? it was medically necessary) and then headed to my volunteer gig.
By the time I got home, I had barely enough time to pretty myself up for my weekly date with the architect. We headed out to Breakside Brewery, home of the January brew review, good food, and adequate beer.
Saturday was a day of activity! The architect & I went for a run in the morning, and then, interspersed with homework, we were busy. We cleaned. We organized. We laundried. We made plans. (Site plans, mostly.) And then, in the evening, we went to a movie! (This warrants an exclamation point, because it is hard to get me to the movies – what with the time commitment, the inability to pause, the pressure to stay still & quiet, and the potential to sit near a stranger.) We saw “Black Swan,” ate a slice of pizza, and had a beer.
After the movie, I suggested to the architect that we stop for another drink, but he wasn’t feeling so hot, so home we went. I will admit that I (rather uncharitably) thought that he was maybe…exaggerating. So, I went home & sulked a bit, and then went to sleep.
I woke up sometime in the night & felt…off. Nauseated & headachy. When my alarm went off for my Sunday morning run, I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I was sure I had the migraine that had been threatening me all week (shaking its wee, bright, sparkly fists at me in the back edges of my peripheral vision).
I contacted everyone who needed to be contacted & fell back asleep. When I finally got up at 10 (!), I had saltines for breakfast and proceeded to moan theatrically. I also apologized to the architect for my uncharitable thoughts the previous evening.
We did nothing Sunday (good thing we were so productive Saturday, right?). We watched the most recent episode of Castle, made some potato soup (yum), watched “Inception,” made some peanut butter bars (yum), and then I watched eleventy hundred episodes of Season 2 of Castle before making my way, still moaning theatrically, to bed by 8:30 pm.
Between Black Swan on Saturday, Inception on Sunday, and a weird cold/flu dizziness, I have no idea what’s even real at this point!
I do feel better today (and, got to go to work – yay?), but am already ready for a nap. I’m hoping to go home a little early & rest up so I can make it to at least one of the two things I committed to for tonight (stupid double-booking).
The architect hung one of our new houseplants on Saturday – isn’t she pretty?
When She Was Bad
I am still struggling with this whole “health” thing. It’s tough. I feel as though my head weighs 17,000 lbs and my neck is all sore from holding up my gargantuan head. So happy that I don’t work tomorrow! Yay!
In other whiny news, I am now 12 days out from surgery. I may have mentioned (once or twice or a billion times) that after the surgery, not only will I not be able to exercise for two months, but that I will be in a (very not sexy-for-fall) boot for two months, and then high heels will be verboten for at least another four after that. That means no fall boots. Or fall pumps. Or fall stilettos. No high heels until spring sandal time! (And, since I’ve spent the last six months mostly not wearing anything but sneakers & flip-flops, I missed the entirety of 2010 sandal season, too!)
So – today I am a rebel. Today it is gray & kinda rainy & perfect fall sweater weather. And do you know what accompanies perfect fall sweater weather? BOOTS!
So – I am being a bad, bad girl and wearing my favorite pair of boots today. It makes the sickness a little less sicky. It makes the gray a little less misty. And it makes the upcoming foot surgery a little….ehhh…I don’t know. Mostly, since these boots seem wicked comfortable, it’s making the upcoming foot surgery seem a little less necessary! Maybe tonight, I will go home & dance around in my Kenneth Cole super hot stilettos and laugh in the face of podiatrists everywhere!
MWAH HA HA HA HA!
(However, just in case I do decide to go through with the whole surgery, and you’re wondering what to buy me as a get well present, you couldn’t go wrong with this, or this, or these…sigh…)
2.1
Killed by Death
You guys! It has been so long since I’ve rapped at y’all! (I kill me with my hip street lingo.)
Remember last week when I was all, “hey! I’m the busiest! Full of busy! But I can take it, yo!”
Well, apparently that was regarded by the universe as a taunt and also as a check that my mouth wrote that my body couldn’t cash. Or some such stuff.
So – Friday – I went to birthday #1. And it was fun! But the architect didn’t go, because poor man was sick. But not me! I am strong & immune to germs.
Saturday morning, I went and had my hairs did. (They are pretty, and as soon as I am also pretty again, I will share.) I noticed that I (1) wasn’t even a wee bit hungry (odd) and (2) looked like I hadn’t slept in a week. “Hmmm….” I said to myself. “This could be bad.”
By Saturday afternoon, as I was struggling to write a 1/2 page paper (seriously – I can write a half a page of double-spaced words in no time at all, on demand, no warning – I am a master of logorrhoea) (also, I wish my spell check would stop trying to convince me that I need to change logorrhoea to gonorrhea – they are different!), I knew something was wrong.
I had to skip Saturday birthday #1. I did eventually finish my 1/2 page paper (who even assigns a 1/2 page paper?), but by that time, I knew that the universe was laying the smack-down, and not in the more gentle way that usually just has me grappling with gravity (and my laundry basket – black eye & neck bruises – not pretty).
I was sick. I canceled attendance at Saturday birthday #2, and moaned theatrically.
I’d managed to start a chicken stew & had made some dumpling dough (trying to fatten up comfort the architect in his sickness) before I fell too ill, but Saturday & Sunday were not pretty. Fortunately, by Sunday afternoon, the architect was feeling better, so he was able to take care of me (and bring me glasses upon glasses of Fresca – bubbles have healing powers).
I did go to work yesterday (Monday) because there was a time sensitive project I needed to finish up. It took me four hours to do something that should’ve taken me two.
Today – I elected to stay home.
So – what does a compulsively over-productive yet wounded gazelle do during the 3-ish full days of sickness?
Not a whole lot.
I did wax a cheese (much more successfully than last time, although I am still not ready to win prettiest wax job contests) and make some crack cookies (which, in addition to the Fresca, have been pretty much the entirety of my diet since Sunday – which is okay – I’ve lost almost 4 lbs in the last 3 days, the cookie & diet soda diet is really going to catch on).
Ooh! I finished season 7 of Buffy (for the 17th time), and got a good start on Angel.
Did a little homework.
Oh yeah – and I took some pictures.
2.18
Still Hacking Away
I feel fine, people. I really, really do! I ran 7 miles yesterday, and today I got up all early & went to the gym to lift some weights. I do not feel sick. Except for every few minutes, when I can feel the crud rattling in my chest warning me that I’m going to be coughing grossly in a couple of minutes.
This cough thing has been going on for almost 10 days now! This is ridiculous! Especially since I actually don’t feel bad at all. If I’m going to be sick, then why can’t I just get sick & get it over with? None of this “almost” sick or “kinda” sick. LAME!
So, I am ready to stop coughing now, because although I actually don’t feel sick, I do feel that ‘hacking up a lung’ is just not as sexy as it used to be. (Perhaps I have consumption!)
Anyways – my plan is to continue to ignore the (not quite) sick until it goes away. Or die beautiful with consumption, a la Ruby Gillis.
