Friday, October 22, 2010

I'm sick and apparently *someone* doesn't love me anymore

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.


  1. Sis-in-law called you a bad word!!!

  2. Tanya is worried about you being sick all the time. She is certain it is because you don't eat bread. I won't tell her you are sick again as she is likely to write you and "open mouth".

    Get feeling better, honey.

  3. Have you got tested for iron? I have low iron and if I don't take supplements I get sick every month. No lie.

  4. One fist of iron, the other of steel
    If the left one don't get you then the right one will
    You load sixteen tons and ...

  5. Wrong daughter, dad.

    Also, I totally have the opposite problem of your assuming mom invented everything thing. I always think that the phrases I use are totally normal until someone is like, "what the wha..?" and then I realize it was just another daddism.


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