isn’t that how it usually is though?
I actually felt like I got some things accomplished this weekend… and managed to walk to the front door without horking up a lung…progress!
I’ve been thinking about that sweater I felted… I think I will put a zipper in, possibly add a knitted neck and then I might embroider it a bit with grey thread for pattern but nothing really bright.
Voila, new jacket.
I repotted the ivy and put my little houseplant sized garden gnome from Target in it. (sorry Eden.)
Did some reorganizing in the kitchen with snapware (the kitchen; I am not in love with it lately with because of ants) and made breakfast twice.
I made some killer home fries (zatarain’s, onions, butter and chile powder), bacon and eggs then experimented with buckwheat pancake mix from Whole Foods the next day. They looked pretty weird (like hamburger patties) but tasted enough like pancakes that I didn’t just toss them.
Not a bad weekend.
Then Monday sucked.
Also? Fuck ants.
So yeah… this thing I developed last Friday afternoon?
Rampant snot all weekend, very little sleep (sleeping sitting up irritates me… and the bunnycat) and the Sudafed just wasn’t working anymore. Taking it hourly hasn’t hurt me yet, I have a healthy tolerance for it, but it wasn’t doing much. That’s just a waste.
So I got on the horn to the advice nurse to wheedle an inhaler which generally does the trick.
They asked the standard “cover your ass” questions:
“Can you breathe?” -yes, but it feels like its starting to get a bit squirrelly in there.
“Do you have asthma?” Not for a very long time…don’t worry, I’m not going to drop dead just yet, I just want to head off the snot at the pass before it really takes hold… not to mention, this doesn’t feel like an attack.
Anyhoo, they decided they wanted me to come in anyway, so I got a non-emergency appointment in the afternoon and saw a really cool doctor. No kidding, she rocks and you know my opinion about most doctors who don’t bother to listen.
After slightly freaking out the nurse who took my blood pressure (yes, when you eat sudafed like candy your heart moves along pretty clippily.) and then telling the doc all about the accelerated timeline of this onslaught, the *ahem* various colors involved (nothing yet which indicates infection yet. I know that color…ew.) and letting her listen to the symphony in my lungs (which again, was sloshy but nearly as bad as my lungs used to get-I really didn’t have fun when I was younger. Got a lot better after I laid off the flour…). I told her about sleeping upright contributed to being pretty tired and that it irritated me and the bunny. She seriously asked if I was allergic to my cat and I said, well I’ve had her for 17 years, the timing seems a bit suspect if that is the case… she laughed. Good.
Anyhoo, I got my inhaler, but the next part surprised me… she then said I have noisy lungs and sent me off for a chest xray and gave me antibiotics (which I questioned her about… Are you sure? Yes, dear. Really sure?-its not green yet… Yep. Well OK.) and cough medicine with codeine…
Also, and she said this with her stern voice, that I needed to be at home resting. She blessed off on working at home, but we’ll see how that goes with codeine involved. I’ll probably avoid that stuff as much as I can anyway.
Guess it sounded bad in there.
I walked over to xray and they guy handed me some lovely material to put over me then gave me instructions on how much to remove for the xray then walked off.
I do confess I was pondering how to squirrel away the gown because it looked nice and soft and would be great as a quilt. I behaved, but as I was holding it up and turning it around… and around… and around trying to figure out how to actually put it on to cover up the girls I just could not figure out the origami of this particular hospital gown.
So I put my shirt back on and stepped out looking for the guy.
“Um… Hi” I said, after I caught his eye “I know I’ve had a lot of cold medicine, but I have no idea how to put this on.”
He held it up , turned it around like I did, then laughed and handed me one with actual arms.
Got that over with, got my meds then went back to work to grab my laptop and made my way home. Not a surprise that everyone was all “Dude, take you and your cooties home!” but in a nice way.
So I’m home… and tired. My brain is doing the microsleep thing here and there, I am reading a knitting mystery, pondering egg salad sandwiches (did I mention that the stupid ulcer I have is letting me eat eggs? Also I ate some onions the other day and didn’t double over in pain! Hooray! Only took 4 fekkin’ years.) and at home for an unspecified period of time.
On a related note, I do have a pretty spectacular spider bite on my arm, and while I am allergic and have reacted very badly in the past, this wheezy stuff happened before I got bit (plus that other bite was on my face and this is on my forearm)…but I’ll be certain to let you know if I can soar through the city easily or walk on the ceiling.
Y’all can all get together and start singing “SpiderFred! SpiderFred! Does whatever a SpiderFred does!”…knitting without needles most likely.
I am fredlet, hear me rawr.
All that aside, people, stop adding prepositions indiscriminately.
You print something (not print it off)
You paint something (not paint it out)
Cut it out, yo.
Also, welcome back Twinnie!!!!
I can’t handle the housesitter.
Radio silence is preferable to the ongoing static there now.
Your January Horoscope by Susan Miller
As January begins, you may be feeling a little pressured. You may even say that the holidays, meant to relax you, are now becoming a blur to you. You had fun in early December – you know that – but as last month progressed, more and more work was piled on your shoulders.
Now, as you read this, you’re working hard to keep up with the pressure of deadlines. You will meet those deadlines and live up to your promises, but since the last week of December, you’ve felt that someone turned up the heat. Things will improve, but you need to first get beyond January 1 and 2, two difficult days, when Pluto and Mars will be at odds. These two planets can make for a mean concoction, so if you feel unfairly pressed upon, you have my full sympathy. Still, you have some good aspects working for you, so things will work to your favor – be patient.
If I don’t explode from my ulcer going into hyperdrive before then.
If you need help, ask your co-workers to lend a hand, for you are likely to get it. They will be surprisingly cheerful and supportive. This is no passing trend, but something you will see to be true all year, due to the appearance of Jupiter, the good fortune planet, now in your 6th house of work. Jupiter slipped into this part of your chart quietly last month on December 18, a first-time visit since 1996, and will stay until January 5, 2009.
Help? That’s a crock of shit.
I hope it improves soon, because Starbuck’s looks better and better each minute.
What’s funny is that I found Jake’s mood ring first (he and I were QA monkeys on Dreamweaver forever and a day ago.) but his wasn’t bloggy. But go there anyway.
Your Mood Ring is Light Blue
I made lemon oatmeal cookies and something’s off…
they taste like oatmeal and are cookie shaped.
So Tex walks in and grabs a cookie and eats it…
“What’s wrong with these? Wait, if you want you can leave them at home and I’ll get rid of all these horrid cookies for you…” (as he grabs another cookie)
“Now what you should really do is make those lemon things…” chew, chew, chew.
I point to the cookies.
“These are them? yeah, you fucked these up. Can I have another?”
I’m not going to cook anymore this year. I’m off my game.
Same with every other thing I ever knew how to do.
I can’t keep it together here.