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Okay, update-goodness. I'm still sick. (obviously) I don't handle sick well. I mean, i do okay when i can be ill and still go about my business and not have to actually like, languish. I don't do bedrest. every time i'm off the couch for three minutes, gene comes in all nurse ratchet-y; "what are you doing out of bed? do you need soup? did you take your medicine? back to bed!" so i have to sneak over to the freaking computer like a grounded middleschooler. but there's nothing to do from the bed. I don't wanna read and I don't wanna watch t.v. and i don't wanna just lay there; i'm bored and it's kinda lonely. I told him i'm going to therapy today whether he likes it or not. In some ways, I think this is his twisted sense of payback for me being so attentive when he was sick, spending every day by his hospital bed, feeding him, helping him around, clucking over him like an old mother hen. it drove him nuts. personally, i don't have a problem being waited on, but i hate being bored. and i am BORED-- also a little delirious. my fever doesn't really seem to be breaking and the codeine doesn't seem to be doing it's job, but i guess i'm not too sure on that. I still have to get jason to school this morning, come home and then go back out for therapy and come home. not an excessive amount of walking normally, but more than i'm really handling with grace right now.
Also, In not-ill news, Kirk showed up yesterday after having disappeared for roughly a month; with a dubious story as to where he's been and why he hasn't called. (his wallet, which he's had since he was 12, was stolen, with all of his important phone numbers inside, including mine, and his car isn't running well enough to come by-- he was in his work truck yesterday) I didn't really have the strength or energy to ask any of the pressing questions ("still chipping, little bro?") because i literally had not even gotten all the way to the apartment when he got to me, after having been out at the doctor's and then the pharmacy and walking home, so i mainly just hacked and listened. but he looked good. healthy. possibly put on a little weight.
ALSO, I found out that the insurance company only agreed to cover my sleeping pill if they filled half of it-- so i can take them every other day, which to me, rather defeats the purpose of a sleeping pill like that. if i only needed occasional help sleeping, i'd drink warm milk or something. (actually, i wouldn't, i think warm milk is gross, but you get the point) plus, i can't even tell if it works right now, because as soon as the cough syrup wears off, i'm up barking and gasping again anyway-- this morning around three, and it was not easy to get back to sleep. blech. i guess that's all.
Also, In not-ill news, Kirk showed up yesterday after having disappeared for roughly a month; with a dubious story as to where he's been and why he hasn't called. (his wallet, which he's had since he was 12, was stolen, with all of his important phone numbers inside, including mine, and his car isn't running well enough to come by-- he was in his work truck yesterday) I didn't really have the strength or energy to ask any of the pressing questions ("still chipping, little bro?") because i literally had not even gotten all the way to the apartment when he got to me, after having been out at the doctor's and then the pharmacy and walking home, so i mainly just hacked and listened. but he looked good. healthy. possibly put on a little weight.
ALSO, I found out that the insurance company only agreed to cover my sleeping pill if they filled half of it-- so i can take them every other day, which to me, rather defeats the purpose of a sleeping pill like that. if i only needed occasional help sleeping, i'd drink warm milk or something. (actually, i wouldn't, i think warm milk is gross, but you get the point) plus, i can't even tell if it works right now, because as soon as the cough syrup wears off, i'm up barking and gasping again anyway-- this morning around three, and it was not easy to get back to sleep. blech. i guess that's all.