I'm sick. Pity me, all right?
I had a head cold a week ago, which migrated to my chest. And then, this morning, I woke up with the worst headache and striking blasting pain in my ears. BOTH ears.
Saw the Dr. Guess what? I've got a raging ear infection in both ears. Amoxycillin, which makes me not feel well at the bottom end. But I'm taking it, so the top end feels better. NEITHER feel better. And I've got to fly next week. Oh yippeeee joy.
Then I had to go to the DMV, and their stupid automatic number caller upper thingy broke, so chaos reigned. What should've taken 45 minutes took 2 hours. So of course I was late for my appointments in my office.
Then I wanted to pay for my fathers and my airline tickets to Oregon next week. I couldn't remember what freaking airline I had booked us on, so it took calling 3 different ones before I discovered which one we were reserved on, and then I was able to pay. Thank God I remembered which airport...it only has 4 carriers, so choices were limited.
And then there was nothing enticing to eat for dinner, so I had a Hostess Cherry Pie. That was stupid. Now my belly's upset, too.
And of course, I stubbed my toe. For some reason, someone moved the wall in my hallway, and I thwumped my bare toes on it really hard. Of course, I had to sit down right away, and landed on Charlotte's tail. She shrieked like I was killing her, and swiped my ankle. Now I've got a couple of (well deserved) scratches on my leg, and my toe's black and blue.
And on top of it, I've got "Aunt Flo" visiting, and cramps which tylenol isn't touching. And my back hurts.
And all I want to do is sleep and eat chocolate.
Pity me. Call the Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaambulance, reserved for whiney grown-ups who've had hard days. And send me over some cheese with my whine, all right? And make sure the guys with the big butterfly net and nice white coats are at least cute and smell good. That would be the best thing happening to me today...
Sigh.
Best (but right now, that's not so good...)
Michele
I had a head cold a week ago, which migrated to my chest. And then, this morning, I woke up with the worst headache and striking blasting pain in my ears. BOTH ears.
Saw the Dr. Guess what? I've got a raging ear infection in both ears. Amoxycillin, which makes me not feel well at the bottom end. But I'm taking it, so the top end feels better. NEITHER feel better. And I've got to fly next week. Oh yippeeee joy.
Then I had to go to the DMV, and their stupid automatic number caller upper thingy broke, so chaos reigned. What should've taken 45 minutes took 2 hours. So of course I was late for my appointments in my office.
Then I wanted to pay for my fathers and my airline tickets to Oregon next week. I couldn't remember what freaking airline I had booked us on, so it took calling 3 different ones before I discovered which one we were reserved on, and then I was able to pay. Thank God I remembered which airport...it only has 4 carriers, so choices were limited.
And then there was nothing enticing to eat for dinner, so I had a Hostess Cherry Pie. That was stupid. Now my belly's upset, too.
And of course, I stubbed my toe. For some reason, someone moved the wall in my hallway, and I thwumped my bare toes on it really hard. Of course, I had to sit down right away, and landed on Charlotte's tail. She shrieked like I was killing her, and swiped my ankle. Now I've got a couple of (well deserved) scratches on my leg, and my toe's black and blue.
And on top of it, I've got "Aunt Flo" visiting, and cramps which tylenol isn't touching. And my back hurts.
And all I want to do is sleep and eat chocolate.
Pity me. Call the Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaambulance, reserved for whiney grown-ups who've had hard days. And send me over some cheese with my whine, all right? And make sure the guys with the big butterfly net and nice white coats are at least cute and smell good. That would be the best thing happening to me today...
Sigh.
Best (but right now, that's not so good...)
Michele
