About 25 minutes ago, I had a specific number of followers for this blog. Now, I have one less. Ouch. Was it something I said?
Perhaps it is that I have, for the umpteenth* week in a row been quite half-assed about blogging. I keep thinking of things, but then it's 2am and I'm groping for a pen or trying to type on my Blackberry and then The Guy is like "What are you doing and why are you tapping?" so I give up. By the next morning, I have forgotten all the important things to tell you.
Except that I wrote "standing on my soap box" at 2am and I don't know why.
I am sick. AGAIN. I feel like I have been sick every other month for the last 3 years. I don't remember even being sick this often before, but that could be because Mom had a strict "fever or vomit" policy when it came to sickness. Now that I'm working in the real world, if I cough on something I am instantly sprayed with Lysol and sent home so I don't infect anyone. It's fine and all, but I'm getting tired of it.
This week, I felt great. Then *bam* I went from sniffling for an afternoon to a row of 30 sneezes that dislocated my left shoulder and then a sore throat that felt like glass shards cemented into a fence top for protection. In a matter of hours, I went from fine to death.
I guess I thought that with the Celiac's thing diagnosed and under control, my immune system would start to bounce back. I know Celiac's is an auto-immune disease, but I assumed no bread = some better semblance of health than I had in the last while. No such luck.
So, instead of sleeping, I am mouth breathing, knitting a sweater on commission for a dog in Calgary, and feeling otherwise like a piece of poop. I should try and sleep, but I've had an hour in the last 36 hours and I feel fine. It might be all the caffeine I had today in tea and all the sugar I've had in the ginger ale, but I feel great. I mean, except for the not breathing, sore throat, aches and pains thing.
Also, I beat my sister-in-law's score on Facebook Bejeweled, so I'm pretty much riding that high. Suck on that, Melanie!!!!!
Update: I was going to write about umpteenth here. When I was a kid, I thought it was a word my mom made up. When I heard someone else use it, I was pretty sure Mom was famous.
Dude, I've had a lot of cold medication today.