*Sneeze sneeze cough cough cough sneeze unidentifiable-hacking-noise gluuuurrrrrkkbbb cough cough*
That is all.
A thousand apologies for having seemingly disappeared off the face of the planet. I feel wretched at the idea that any of y'all may have been worrying about me and my absence (Or rather, if I felt well enough, I'd feel wretched about it. At the moment, I only have the energy to feel mildly guilty.)
Remember my flu? It turned into pneumonia. Naturally, you can understand why you've seen neither hide or hair of me for the past 10 days or so. I'm on the mend, but still feeling fairly crappy. This is the first time I've felt halfway well enough to sit up long enough to check my email, and as it is, I can tell I'd better get back to bet PDQ.
I don't expect I'll be around much for a bit, but please know I love and adore each and every one of you.
Eh, I'm alive. Slowly, this blasted flu is being conquered by my immune system and a whole lot of homeopathy.
I actually ate something other than chicken soup today.
Much love to all.
Sick as hell. Fever, headache, aches/pains, chills. Bit of lower GI trouble. Congestion, respiratory symptoms starting to appear with a vengeance. I ache like hell. I feel as though I've been beaten with blunt sticks, or hit by an eighteen-wheeler.
Sounds like influenza, don't you think? *grumblegeumblegrumble*
I'm sitting up in bed at the moment, drinking tea and nibbling a few crackers and going through my collection of Medieval polyphonic chant, because there's nothing of interest on t.v and I feel too crappy to paw through my DVD collection, which is in another room anyway and I just don't have the energy to crawl that far. I've got too much congestion and respiratory crap to sleep at the moment, but I can reach most of my CDs easily enough, plus whatever music is downloaded on my laptop, so music and internet it is and ever shall be.
This is soooo not my year.
Anyone have any amusing websites they can point me towards, for distraction?
Is there a line that can be crossed, where a woman owns too much pink, and have I crossed it?
Back home. Exhausted. Delighted to be back in my own bed. Happily watching disc one of the Special Collector's Edition of Gone with the Wind right now (thanks, Bella!) and drinking green tea. Trying to ward off some sort of cold - what do I expect, after a week with 8 kids under the age of 8?
Last week, I discovered a new level of hell: Going to the Olive Garden with 6 toddlers.
I'm pretty sure my niece Grace (who has an alter ego/imaginary self named Lola) is a baby femme. Naturally, I'm doing my small part to spoil her rotten and encourage her little femmeself. I also taught her about pedicures. (She'll be 4 this spring).
Ugh, I just want to crawl back into bed and sleep for about 12 more hours.
My uncle is doing much better, he's been moved from ICU to a step-down, and they think he's going to be fine. Thanks to all who have kept him in their prayers and thoughts.
Hoping to go home tomorrow.
As we start the new year we all could use a little calm. By
following the simple advice I read in an article, I have finally
found inner peace. The article said: "The way to achieve inner peace
is to finish all the things you've started."
So I looked around the house to see all the things started and hadn't
finished, and before leaving the house this morning I finished off a
bottle of red wine, a bottle of white wine, the Bailey's, Kahlua and
Maker's Mark, the Prozac, some Valium, some cheesecake and a box of
dark chocolate truffles.
You have no idea how freaking good I feel.