Feeling better and almost back to normal. Meds have definitely kicked in. I had a crazy day yesterday trying to get back in the groove of work, home and child.
I'm kinda bummed I didn't write last night like I wanted to (it's 12:40 a.m. right now, I can't seem to get to sleep). But I found myself once again on the phone, having a very, very nice conversation (insert coy smile here).
Labels: chronicles of max
Whenever I feel sick (like, really sick), I usually just soldier through and head to work anyway. As a kid, we were only allowed to miss school if we felt so sick that the vomit was pouring out of us, or our fever so high that we had to go to the doctor anyway. There was no such thing as, "my throat hurts and I feel run down, so let me miss school." My mother would never allow it.
So as an adult, that's pretty much stuck. Unless I am physically unable to move, life goes on when I'm sick, and I have to drag my way through as best as I can.
When I was recently sick, sicker than I'd been in a couple of years (literally unable to move), I still worked. From home, but still. Things needed my immediate attention, and I couldn't well ignore them.
Today, though, I'm taking a sick day. I feel so awful that I can barely keep my eyes open. My throat feels as if it's on fire, and it's so bad I can't even swallow. I spent yesterday feeling awful, and today hasn't gotten off to any better a start. It actually feels worse.
I decided to just take the day off when I was on the phone five minutes ago with the body shop that (still) has my car, and they told me it'd be another few days - and I promptly started to cry, the frustration of some aspects of my life this last month finally feeling too overwhelming for me.
So today - today I'm crawling back to bed and taking care of myself.
Sorry, but I have to do it. I know it's old and tired by now, but I can't not do it.
I have a business trip and have to fly. I'm terrified.
I'm hoping to g-d that all goes well with both flights. Recent crashes have me extra anxious, but even without that, I'd feel as I do now.
Damn, it would really suck if something goes wrong. For many reasons, but especially, of course, because of Max. So, if anything happens, just make sure he knows how very much I loved him.
Wish me luck, people.
Labels: fear of flying
Labels: a normal life
Bikini It Is! (Updated)
Got myself a sweet, sweet, pretty green two-piece bathing suit at Target. Loved the color, pattern and style, and since I didn't scream in horror when I tried it on, I knew we had a winner.
Amanda had a great idea: here's the top; and here's the bottom.
This Friday Might Suck
It looks like I'm going to have to do something tonight that I really don't want to do, so I'm sitting here, already stressed and annoyed. Hate it when that happens.
This has the potential to be a drama-filled meeting over things that aren't really that dramatic - which is why I'm wasting all this time trying to get my game face on. Blegh.
So, be good people and send me some good vibes. I have a long weekend ahead of me before having to travel for work next week, so believe me, I need them! (And yes, that means I'm flying. I know. My stomach's all knotted up over it already).
Oh, and yeah, there's another thing brewing that can either be extremely fantastic or horribly heart-breaking. I guess it all depends on what happens over the next week, as that will determine the way I handle this. So, for that, too (since it's, like, the biggest thing on my mind right now), I need good vibes.
Good vibes, people. I need as many as you can spare.