Feeling a lot better about things since last I wrote. Seems it's easier to see the dirt on the windshield when you're not feeling so well. Promptly following my last post, I began vomiting, which is a symptom of sickness I've only experienced since middle school when I had the stomach flu. In addition, (ladies, I know you'll understand), my time of the month also made its arrival simultaneously. In a nutshell, I experienced 48 hours of. . .Ew.
And I "never" ("never" being an exaggeration, of sorts, but you know what I mean), get sick. So you can imagine how very strange the majority of this week has been for me. It's also been quite unpredictable.
Loving Sir had to work 9-5 Saturday and Sunday. I was handed the role of caretaker of his munchkins until his return later in the evenings.
Little Sir is 5 and Little Miss is 7. Saturday went by without incident, but early Sunday morning, Little Miss became sick at breakfast (which was not a pretty sight), and for a millisecond, I was quite unsure where to start with the cleaning up of the mess. I called Loving Sir and let him know the situation. Later that night he came home, and by morning Little Miss was good as new, (although we kept her home from school anyway, just in case).
On my way out the door (as I was going to school), I decided I was feeling quite warm, which is unlike me. I am almost always cold. Loving Sir took my temperature with the ear-thermometer he has holstered to his side, and it read nearly 100. Mmmmkay. I had a deadline, so I went into class, had my work approved, and left class as soon as I'd finished my work. I called work and asked them to get someone to cover me Tuesday morning.
Tuesday morning came and I felt fine. Rats. (Rats that I'd called off work, I mean.) I did some work around the house and later went into the city because I had class. I worked for four hours, came home, ate a quesadilla, and got ready for bed. And then I couldn't sleep. And I blogged for a couple of hours. And then. It hit. Wednesday morning. Like a truck.
I did not sleep at all until around 5AM. From then on, I was up maybe every hour or so, until I finally received consecutive hours of sleep sometime in the early afternoon. I could not eat, drink, or take the pain reliever I so desperately needed. I slept a lot. After an afternoon of sleep, I awoke to find how refreshingly delightful popsicles can be. I had a purple. Then a red. Then an orange. I can't remember enjoying anything more. Remember the ones in the plastic sleeve? I hadn't had one of those since my sister and I were kids. So delicious.
I was thinking that Gatorade ought to make frozen pops in plastic for dehydrated sick people.
I was supposed to do a considerable amount to work for school, and since last week actually considered myself ahead of where I needed to be. I'm still not quite behind the 8-ball. I am going to get as much as I can done this weekend when I am not doing other things. I work tomorrow and Saturday, (and can sometimes get work done while I am there) and then I play Snow White at a kiddie party on Sunday (which is always nice because it only takes an hour out of my day). So, I should have some time to get some things done for school.
I have to get the details on this graduation. It would be nice to make my own invites, being that I have the skills. I don't know how many people I'm allowed to have come. I am sure I can have (I guess) as many as I want when I am displaying. All of these things are going to come to a head in the next few months. And then it'll be done and finished. Over. Crazy.
Looking forward to newer and better things!
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