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.

6 comments:

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

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  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.

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  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.

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  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 ...

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  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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Crap monkies say "what?"