We had a fantastic Christmas! I hope yours was also great. I planned on posting this a little closer to Christmas, but sickeness has plagued and overrun the house in post-Christmas terror. Monday, Spencer woke up throwing up which I chalked up to an insane amount of junkfood that his body wasn't equipped to handle. But then it didn't stop, and there were poop issues ... all day. We still thought it was related to the junk food though, and he was mostly acting like he felt fine so we went to lunch with my dad's family. By the time we got there he was acting like death, so he laid on my lap through lunch and on the way home ... Henry started throwing up.
It's impossible to keep a 16-month old still even if they are throwing up, so he did so a few more times around the house until bedtime, but he slept through the night and felt much better in the morning. Spencer also felt better in the morning, so we figured it was just a 24-hour bug.
And then. I. Got. It.
On the way home from a day of spending my Christmas money (post on that later) I started feeling bad. I don't do well with GO GO GO, so we thought maybe I was just getting a little motion sickness.
WOO BOY. It turns out that the throwing up for this bug is not related to something trying desperately to get out, it's because your equilibrium is off so every time you move, or run to the bathroom, you get motion sick. Trust me, I've had a lot of time to think about this.
Also, at about 12:45am, hubby went to bring me some water and COLLAPSED on the floor, and started snoring. He has no recollection of this. I pleaded with him to wake up but he didn't for nearly a minute, and then I pleaded with him to crawl into the shower which he did and spent the next hour in there not being able to move. He has it too.
This morning I was actually going to call someone to pick up the kids and take them to daycare but it was just going to take so long so I gathered all of my strength, got them dressed and drove them to daycare to get them out of house. I touched them as little as possible, and I did not feed them. Someone without a plague can do that.
So this started out as a Yay Christmas! post. Sorry, it didn't end that way - I'll have to start again.
Oh, but hey! I lost 7lbs in 12 hours! That's good, right? No?
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday
Sunday before dawn appears to be the perfect time to churn out a couple of those blog posts that I've been meaning to write but haven't had the time or drive to do so. Sunday, before dawn, while listening to the monsoon outside that I didn't realize we were going to get while I watched coverage on our Eastern neighbors' friendly hurricane.
Hurricanes don't mean much to me. I know I should be better prepared. We always have water on hand, and there's a bunch of propane in the garage and camping supplies in the attic if we were to need alternative cooking sources, and a ridiculous amount of food in the deep freezer. There hasn't been a major threat to the Tampa Bay area since we bought our house, so there's been no need for plywood or duct taped windows or any of that nonsense. The last major threat was the year of Charley, when Frances and Ivan rolled through in 2004. My apartment was without power for a couple days, but that was really the extent. The last hurricane I remember being affect by was Elena in '85. My mom and I lived in a mobile home so we had to evacuate, and I remember sitting in this old woman's condo (I think it belonged to a friend of my Gram) staring out her sliding glass doors watching the rain. I don't think it actually hit the area; I was five, so it was memorable to me.
But anyhow. I hope that my friends up north are all safe. I've been watching facebook statuses, so as of midnight or so everyone was good.
Here. S has been weirdly sick for the last several days. Have I mentioned his insomnia? He has been waking up all night, wandering around the house and not sleeping since Wednesday night. The lack of sleep has made him generally crabby, but there was a culmination Friday when he quite literally didn't stop crying all day. As one who is passed the toddler stage into the kid stage, all-day crying is not exactly the norm. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't play, he just napped a little and cried and ASKED ME TO TAKE HIM TO THE DOCTOR. This child has been petrified of the doctor since he was two. Wanting to see the doctor is not normal. Crying all day is not normal.
So Henry was already due for his one-year appointment so we got Spencer in at the same time. They ran all the tests and even pricked his finger to run the viral tests with no luck. We couldn't figure out what was wrong. He had a bellyache, light and sound sensitivity, difficulty sleeping for longer than an hour, malaise, no appetite and extreme restlessness. On the way home from the doctor I got him to drink an orange freeze from Steak n Shake, and things seemed a little better ... and then they weren't. Friday night he slept with me in my bed and he was so restless that Hubby slept on the couch. Saturday morning was a lot of the same. By this time I he hadn't eaten or drank anything since that milkshake, and not much prior to it. We forced him to eat breakfast because I was worried about a) dehydration and b) that some of his tummyache was related to hunger.
I was seriously worried about this sickness. S has NEVER been slowed down by being sick, even a couple double ear infections as a child, and he's never had a major sickness. He was complaining so much about his stomach I was worried it was his gall bladder or appendix or something down there that he needed to see the hospital about. But eating seemed to help a little, and I forced him to take a shower because that always helped me when I wasn't feeling good. I had to dump a crying child into the water and leave him there because he refused, but it really did turn around his mood, and he even played in the bath with Henry for a little bit afterward.
He said he was feeling well enough and wanted to go to the pool party we planned on attending, so I thought he was getting better and we went ahead and went. About 1.5 hours in, he was feeling the same again so we toughed it out for a little bit and then headed home. I picked up some children's Pepto and chewable laxatives, and we tried that out.
Success with the laxative! (I know, gross, but yay!) He napped a bit the rest of Saturday, but by dinnertime he was feeling well enough to ask for pepperoni pizza (I had no idea he liked pepperoni) so we had a small one delivered and he ate half a piece. Indulgences you will cave to for the health of your child. He played a little with H, fell asleep like normal, and I think he only woke up 4 times and was fairly easy to get back to sleep in his own bed, so I'm (crossing my fingers) hopeful that we are on an upturn.
I'm making french toast this morning with the hopes that drowning something in syrup will get him excited to eat again. Otherwise I'm going to need more wine for adult cherry milkshakes.
Hurricanes don't mean much to me. I know I should be better prepared. We always have water on hand, and there's a bunch of propane in the garage and camping supplies in the attic if we were to need alternative cooking sources, and a ridiculous amount of food in the deep freezer. There hasn't been a major threat to the Tampa Bay area since we bought our house, so there's been no need for plywood or duct taped windows or any of that nonsense. The last major threat was the year of Charley, when Frances and Ivan rolled through in 2004. My apartment was without power for a couple days, but that was really the extent. The last hurricane I remember being affect by was Elena in '85. My mom and I lived in a mobile home so we had to evacuate, and I remember sitting in this old woman's condo (I think it belonged to a friend of my Gram) staring out her sliding glass doors watching the rain. I don't think it actually hit the area; I was five, so it was memorable to me.
But anyhow. I hope that my friends up north are all safe. I've been watching facebook statuses, so as of midnight or so everyone was good.
Here. S has been weirdly sick for the last several days. Have I mentioned his insomnia? He has been waking up all night, wandering around the house and not sleeping since Wednesday night. The lack of sleep has made him generally crabby, but there was a culmination Friday when he quite literally didn't stop crying all day. As one who is passed the toddler stage into the kid stage, all-day crying is not exactly the norm. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't play, he just napped a little and cried and ASKED ME TO TAKE HIM TO THE DOCTOR. This child has been petrified of the doctor since he was two. Wanting to see the doctor is not normal. Crying all day is not normal.
So Henry was already due for his one-year appointment so we got Spencer in at the same time. They ran all the tests and even pricked his finger to run the viral tests with no luck. We couldn't figure out what was wrong. He had a bellyache, light and sound sensitivity, difficulty sleeping for longer than an hour, malaise, no appetite and extreme restlessness. On the way home from the doctor I got him to drink an orange freeze from Steak n Shake, and things seemed a little better ... and then they weren't. Friday night he slept with me in my bed and he was so restless that Hubby slept on the couch. Saturday morning was a lot of the same. By this time I he hadn't eaten or drank anything since that milkshake, and not much prior to it. We forced him to eat breakfast because I was worried about a) dehydration and b) that some of his tummyache was related to hunger.
I was seriously worried about this sickness. S has NEVER been slowed down by being sick, even a couple double ear infections as a child, and he's never had a major sickness. He was complaining so much about his stomach I was worried it was his gall bladder or appendix or something down there that he needed to see the hospital about. But eating seemed to help a little, and I forced him to take a shower because that always helped me when I wasn't feeling good. I had to dump a crying child into the water and leave him there because he refused, but it really did turn around his mood, and he even played in the bath with Henry for a little bit afterward.
He said he was feeling well enough and wanted to go to the pool party we planned on attending, so I thought he was getting better and we went ahead and went. About 1.5 hours in, he was feeling the same again so we toughed it out for a little bit and then headed home. I picked up some children's Pepto and chewable laxatives, and we tried that out.
Success with the laxative! (I know, gross, but yay!) He napped a bit the rest of Saturday, but by dinnertime he was feeling well enough to ask for pepperoni pizza (I had no idea he liked pepperoni) so we had a small one delivered and he ate half a piece. Indulgences you will cave to for the health of your child. He played a little with H, fell asleep like normal, and I think he only woke up 4 times and was fairly easy to get back to sleep in his own bed, so I'm (crossing my fingers) hopeful that we are on an upturn.
I'm making french toast this morning with the hopes that drowning something in syrup will get him excited to eat again. Otherwise I'm going to need more wine for adult cherry milkshakes.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Bits and pieces - too tired for confessions.
I started out to do a wine and love Thursday, but this has been a little bit the week from hell, so all I got down was that I love book club. God, I love book club. Here's what I had to say:
This week I’m loving:
- Book club. I’m so glad that I took the initiative and started a book club. We’ve been going for a few months now, have read some great books (I haven’t been a fan of all of them, but that’s the point sometimes, right? Every book has had its fans in the group). It’s nice to get out of the house once a month and hang out with a different set of people than I normally would, have good food and good drinks and good conversation. Because of the diversity of the group it’s made it necessary to go out rather than rotate houses, and we’ve been making the rounds at local dining and drinking establishments. I don’t know if we’re going to ultimately decide on a restaurant to keep holding meetings at or if we’ll keep changing it up, but I’m flexible! I’m just up for the fun!
In other news:
The germiness of earlier in the week has escalated to the summer cold from hell (times two and possibly soon to be times four). The kids have been up coughing for hours at night, low grade fevers, congestion, all-day whinefests ...
...and Wednesday night we elevated one side of Henry's crib to alleviate the congestion, and he fell out of his crib. The time was 12:44am. It was the scariest moment for me in his life. Somehow, he managed to fall from the crib, clear the humidifier and land on his hardwood floor with nary a scratch, bruise or anything. I watched him for two hours scared his brain was going to start swelling and he was going to stop breathing. He: is fine. Me? Still not so much.
...and Spencer's fever spiked a bit Thursday, so he gets to visit the doctor bright and early today.
...and Henry's now been up since 4:30am, too tired to do anything but whine but unwilling to sleep. Here's to hoping the doctor will sneak a look at him this morning too.
...and Hubby is coming down with it, and I have a scratchy throat and a sore ear. I've washed all sheets, kid pillows, and sprayed down all toys with disinfectant. Please God let this run its course soon. I'm beat.
...and I'm exhausted. That's all I've got, folks.
- Book club. I’m so glad that I took the initiative and started a book club. We’ve been going for a few months now, have read some great books (I haven’t been a fan of all of them, but that’s the point sometimes, right? Every book has had its fans in the group). It’s nice to get out of the house once a month and hang out with a different set of people than I normally would, have good food and good drinks and good conversation. Because of the diversity of the group it’s made it necessary to go out rather than rotate houses, and we’ve been making the rounds at local dining and drinking establishments. I don’t know if we’re going to ultimately decide on a restaurant to keep holding meetings at or if we’ll keep changing it up, but I’m flexible! I’m just up for the fun!
In other news:
The germiness of earlier in the week has escalated to the summer cold from hell (times two and possibly soon to be times four). The kids have been up coughing for hours at night, low grade fevers, congestion, all-day whinefests ...
...and Wednesday night we elevated one side of Henry's crib to alleviate the congestion, and he fell out of his crib. The time was 12:44am. It was the scariest moment for me in his life. Somehow, he managed to fall from the crib, clear the humidifier and land on his hardwood floor with nary a scratch, bruise or anything. I watched him for two hours scared his brain was going to start swelling and he was going to stop breathing. He: is fine. Me? Still not so much.
...and Spencer's fever spiked a bit Thursday, so he gets to visit the doctor bright and early today.
...and Henry's now been up since 4:30am, too tired to do anything but whine but unwilling to sleep. Here's to hoping the doctor will sneak a look at him this morning too.
...and Hubby is coming down with it, and I have a scratchy throat and a sore ear. I've washed all sheets, kid pillows, and sprayed down all toys with disinfectant. Please God let this run its course soon. I'm beat.
...and I'm exhausted. That's all I've got, folks.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
My poor baby
My sweet boy has a tooth (and two more that I can see right under the gum line), but he also has a bronchial infection and has to have breathing treatments with a nebulizer. Mr. Man hates the machine - he cries the whole time, which I'm sure doesn't make the treatments as effective as they could be. Here's to hoping he feels better soon, and also that Hubs and I don't feel any worse than we already do (both have scratchy throats).
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Singledom
This weekend I got a taste of what it would be like to be a single mother with two small children and a surly teenager. The Hubby is sick, and since he gets sick even less often than I do, he's an even bigger baby than I am about it. He has a right to be; this morning he finally went in to the walk-in, and he has strep with a swollen uvula, so onto antibiotics he goes.
I will be taking Monday morning off to take Spencer to the dentist (he gets his fake tooth tomorrow) and to start washing things so the kids don't get sick (and so I don't get sick again).
In the meantime, I took the kids around on my own on all weekend - Saturday we went to the library, and to Kid's Day Out (Spencer refused the pony rides and the bounce houses, but rather enjoyed marching around "dancing" to the marching band and playing on the playground). We split lunch at Chickfila, came home for sprinklers and popcicles, played outside a lot, made chicken noodle soup for Hubby and overall played quite a bit. Henry tried to feed himself carrots for the first time. By 6pm, I was ready to go to bed myself ... I was counting down the time until the kids went to bed.
Today was more of the same. I got up with the kids and dragged them with me to the grocery store, and then later to the Model Train Expo for several hours, made three meals for us and oatmeal and minestrone soup for Hubby. Henry tried his hand at toast fingers (a BIG fan) and banana (already a fan).
It's not quite 8pm. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go collapse now.
I will be taking Monday morning off to take Spencer to the dentist (he gets his fake tooth tomorrow) and to start washing things so the kids don't get sick (and so I don't get sick again).
In the meantime, I took the kids around on my own on all weekend - Saturday we went to the library, and to Kid's Day Out (Spencer refused the pony rides and the bounce houses, but rather enjoyed marching around "dancing" to the marching band and playing on the playground). We split lunch at Chickfila, came home for sprinklers and popcicles, played outside a lot, made chicken noodle soup for Hubby and overall played quite a bit. Henry tried to feed himself carrots for the first time. By 6pm, I was ready to go to bed myself ... I was counting down the time until the kids went to bed.
Today was more of the same. I got up with the kids and dragged them with me to the grocery store, and then later to the Model Train Expo for several hours, made three meals for us and oatmeal and minestrone soup for Hubby. Henry tried his hand at toast fingers (a BIG fan) and banana (already a fan).
It's not quite 8pm. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go collapse now.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Camptown races sing that song
It’s been a little crazy around here and I haven’t had time to a) upload photos and b) do anything more with the computer besides refreshing Facebook 1,871 times an hour. So in two parts, here I am typing and later I will upload photos for the full effect.
Spencer turned three on Tuesday – THREE! Where does the time go? We got him a floor puzzle of Cat in the Hat (Top and the Hat to him), Candyland (conveniently left at my IL’s house for safekeeping) and a Fisher Price iXL video game system. My in-laws for once did not outdo us, and got him a bunch of clothes and a couple pairs of shoes, an educational game and a little ATV that professes to go 2mph … but there’s no way that it does that. It’s like 2 steps down from a Power Wheel, so he loves it and I’m not worried about him going 8mph into a tree. That comes next year. He loves his “bideo game”, and this morning I showed him how to play it a little better so now he’s playing the games and writing his letters and numbers to his heart’s content.
Henry is still sick, but he is a little snugglepuss when he’s sick so I’ve gotten a lot of cuddle time. We’ve been alternating between holding until bed and a bit of the Ferber system, but I don’t really feel up to doing that full steam until his nose is a little clearer because all that crying just makes things worse. He has been sleeping better through the night though. Not all the way, but we’re getting there. He’s had a fever for nearly a week, but when we took Spencer to his three-year check up, we snuck Henry in for a check too and they couldn’t find anything actually wrong with him, so we’re just on a Tylenol regimen for a couple more days. I think teeth. And a cold. And a miserable combination of the two.
He’s nearly 6 months old and we’re still not on any food other than formula. We’ve tried cereal, and bananas with cereal but he’s not that interested and I’m not interested in fighting it so we keep putting things off. He’s not hurting for food, that’s for sure – he’s a whopping 18.4lbs as of yesterday. He’s constantly up on his hands and knees trying to get around, and although he’s not technically “crawling”, he knows how to rock himself violently enough to scoot the back end of him forward and he gets around that way. It’s really truly insane how fast he’s progressing.
So let’s review:
Work – better, lower stress (and Suz, I know you hated working in my field but I actually quite like it so no offense … I couldn’t be a high school teacher, so there –ha!)
Home – better, less fights with Spencer, more cuddles with Henry. More take-out because I haven’t had time to cook but I’m making good choices there too. Mmmm grilled chicken Greek salad with no dressing or potato salad …
My house – a disaster zone. Seriously, my house is atrocious. I vacuum almost every day because Henry’s on the floor most of the time but otherwise? Stacks of paper everywhere, laundry day is every day, dirty pots and pans … oye. Maybe I’ll get on that tonight. Ha. I’ve let go a little, and it’s made things a lot easier (those who don’t actually know me, I’m a little anal about keeping my house picked up AT ALL TIMES).
Exercise – last week I didn’t exercise at all, not one single day. This week I’ve gone to the gym at work two days, and I’m going tomorrow, and hopefully Saturday I can get out in the morning for a long run or bike ride. I’m failing miserably at running for a solid 20 minutes without walking but I’m going to keep trying. I’m not giving up!
My mom – still needs surgery next week, but I think she’s getting to be in better spirits about it. She volunteered to babysit on Sunday so Hubby and I can get out for a date, so she’s obviously feeling okay enough to lift a 20lbs baby and play with Spencer (her favorite thing to do).
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Dance your cares away, worry's for another day ..
It was another rough night last night, and at 3am I took another hot shower and drove to Walgreen's to get some Chloraseptic for my throat while I set my mom up with Henry and a bottle. Today we're doing better though, all of us on all fronts. I'm finally no longer contagious (the RN said 24 hours after I started taking antibiotics) so I stripped the beds and towels and I'm running laundry (six loads including my comforter - where did all this laundry come from? I swear I just did it!). My mom and I got out for a little while for formula (and cookies) and I got this awesome little contraption:
I was going to look for a garlic press, because I spent most of my adult life using jarred minced garlic even though I KNOW fresh tastes better because I hate to mince it. But then I ran out and I had a head of garlic anyhow from making garlic chips so I've been on a fresh garlic kick. But I hate to mince it so I thought I would try a garlic press even though I knew they press a lot of the juice out and you still have to run a knife through it anyhow ... BUT THIS THING WORKS AWESOMELY! We came home and I made an egg scramble for lunch - onions, mushrooms, spinach, ham, cheddar, egg/eggwhite combo and I stuck a clove of garlic in there, rolled it back and forth and Voila! Minced! I'm so excited I'm wondering what else I can stick garlic in.
I'm making this pot roast tonight. I'm not a fan of beef roasts because I don't think they often have enough flavor and I really don't like gravy (juices yes, gravy no). I plan on also making these potatoes and brussel sprouts with bacon. Yum!
I felt so helpless yesterday, not being able to help my mom with much of anything. Today though, I realize that she doesn't need me to actually do anything for her but just to help if she needs it. She'll be going home tomorrow or Friday, and she'll need to do things for herself but she needs me to be there in case she can't figure it out for herself. I can do that. In the meantime I can feed her and do laundry.
What? You say there's still work sitting on my dining room table that needs to be done?
I was going to look for a garlic press, because I spent most of my adult life using jarred minced garlic even though I KNOW fresh tastes better because I hate to mince it. But then I ran out and I had a head of garlic anyhow from making garlic chips so I've been on a fresh garlic kick. But I hate to mince it so I thought I would try a garlic press even though I knew they press a lot of the juice out and you still have to run a knife through it anyhow ... BUT THIS THING WORKS AWESOMELY! We came home and I made an egg scramble for lunch - onions, mushrooms, spinach, ham, cheddar, egg/eggwhite combo and I stuck a clove of garlic in there, rolled it back and forth and Voila! Minced! I'm so excited I'm wondering what else I can stick garlic in.
I'm making this pot roast tonight. I'm not a fan of beef roasts because I don't think they often have enough flavor and I really don't like gravy (juices yes, gravy no). I plan on also making these potatoes and brussel sprouts with bacon. Yum!
I felt so helpless yesterday, not being able to help my mom with much of anything. Today though, I realize that she doesn't need me to actually do anything for her but just to help if she needs it. She'll be going home tomorrow or Friday, and she'll need to do things for herself but she needs me to be there in case she can't figure it out for herself. I can do that. In the meantime I can feed her and do laundry.
What? You say there's still work sitting on my dining room table that needs to be done?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sick again and other goings on
We're quite a pair, my mom and I. She's crying about having one boob, I'm having meltdowns about not being able to properly take care of her. The thought of changing her drain is making me physically ill but I can't tell her that.
Tonight I made the greek pitas. Tomorrow I think I'm making pot roast and I think I'm making lasagna on thursday but otherwise I just don't know. Hopefully I'll be feeling better by then.
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Monday, January 24, 2011
McSickerton
It turns out that going out in 50-degree windy weather to fight with grown women who won't get out of the way of your two year old who just wants to watch the parade because they want cheap plastic beads is detrimental to your health, especially if you are all ready starting with the scratchy throat.
I was just a tiny bit sick. I thought I was well enough to traipse to the Gasparilla children's parade.
Ahem. No.
So now I'm full-blown-plague sick, just in time to take my mom to her biopsy and deal with children on my own for hours between when I get home and when Hubby gets home. Where does it end? I went to bed at 8pm last night and didn't get out of bed until 8:30 this morning, quarantined myself to my cubical for 7 hours and then came home to make myself soup. This one time, I'll say thank God for Caillou. Watch as much as you want, please and thank you. Number Two has spent over an hour wanting to be held, and now he has bounced himself sleepy and is taking an impromptu nap in the bouncer - I love that.
Anyhow, I am better now than I was this morning, and I'm hoping that Hubby will bring with him some more Tylenol Severe Cold which I can chase with soup and then hit the hay again. My flight on Friday will be awesome with a head cold, let me tell you. Let's hope it goes away pronto.
Menu for this week:
Monday: tortellini and spinach soup
Tuesday: pad see-ew
Wednesday: grilled chicken salad
Thursday: pulled pork sandwiches and homemade sweet potato chips
Friday: chicken tacos
Saturday: I'm out of ideas ... any suggestions?
I was just a tiny bit sick. I thought I was well enough to traipse to the Gasparilla children's parade.
Ahem. No.
So now I'm full-blown-plague sick, just in time to take my mom to her biopsy and deal with children on my own for hours between when I get home and when Hubby gets home. Where does it end? I went to bed at 8pm last night and didn't get out of bed until 8:30 this morning, quarantined myself to my cubical for 7 hours and then came home to make myself soup. This one time, I'll say thank God for Caillou. Watch as much as you want, please and thank you. Number Two has spent over an hour wanting to be held, and now he has bounced himself sleepy and is taking an impromptu nap in the bouncer - I love that.
Anyhow, I am better now than I was this morning, and I'm hoping that Hubby will bring with him some more Tylenol Severe Cold which I can chase with soup and then hit the hay again. My flight on Friday will be awesome with a head cold, let me tell you. Let's hope it goes away pronto.
Menu for this week:
Monday: tortellini and spinach soup
Tuesday: pad see-ew
Wednesday: grilled chicken salad
Thursday: pulled pork sandwiches and homemade sweet potato chips
Friday: chicken tacos
Saturday: I'm out of ideas ... any suggestions?
Friday, July 13, 2007
Sick yet again
It's been less than a week since I was sick, and here I am sick again. This time is different from the first, but no doubt I was not completely up to par from the last sickness to keep me from getting sick again this time. I was feeling out of it all day at work yesterday, but I thought it was because I stayed up too late Wednesday night. It turns out that wasn't it. I went home and napped from 5:30 to about 8:30, and when I woke up I had a fever and my throat was all closed up and I had fluid in my ears. Yuck! Christen brought me home some meds and wonton soup, and this morning I was feeling a little better so I went ahead and came to work. We'll see if that was a good decision. I usually feel better once I've left the house if I can get my butt out of bed.
In other news, I have no other news. I have a busy weekend this weekend, full of opinions on wedding dresses and baby showers (that one I might not participate in if I'm still sick), getting my new table (well, my dad's old table) and Wii golf. Fun! No time for being sick, that's for sure.
In other news, I have no other news. I have a busy weekend this weekend, full of opinions on wedding dresses and baby showers (that one I might not participate in if I'm still sick), getting my new table (well, my dad's old table) and Wii golf. Fun! No time for being sick, that's for sure.
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