I'm not sick, but I'm not well...
Hi all youse in Livejournal land. The quiet around here has been due to my complete horizontal nature since being laid low by teh crud. My boss thinks it was the swinetastrophe. I think it might not have been, but it most certainly was unpleasant. I've been more sick, but I'd rather not revisit last week any time soon, either. I did not end up going to the dr to get tested out, because about when I was going to go, the fever broke and I decided I was better off couch surfing.
So anyway, teh sick started making me uneasy Monday night, and by Tuesday morning I had a slight fever. But I Was Not going to miss the court date to get my divorce finalized, so while I didn't go in to work, I did put on my tall boots and some war paint (i.e. makeup) and drive myself downtown to go to the courthouse. My lawyer and I did not recognize each other, as it's been a year and more since we spoke in person, so that was a little nerve-wracking. It would have been amusing, but I was too nervous to be amused.
The whole paperwork thing took little to no time, once we were called up by the judge after checking in. A bunch of yes or no questions, and it was all over. A little anti-climactic, but I am officially divorced. The fat lady sang. Curtain closed. Theater shut down for repairs.
Afterwards, I met Sara for lunch, and then drove myself home. And then spent the next five days on the couch, coughing up a lung every ten minutes or so. Whee. I had to cancel a friend's bday party at our house because I wasn't sure I'd be up to having company, and I felt really bad about that. (Sorry Jerusha. I hope you had fun anyway.) And I missed out on some readings and stuff. And now that I'm beginning to recover from this, and had to take four days off of work, I can't go to Orycon this year. One, I can't take any more time off of work, so I'll have to work that Friday. And two, I now can't afford to go. And three, the following week I have eye surgery, so I can't risk getting sick again before that happens. So I'm bummed that I'll miss Orycon this year. Scott is going to go without me. On the other hand, we won't have to find anyone to take care of the kitties.
Speaking of bright sides, since all I was able to eat all week was soup, tea, sherbet, apple juice, and water, I lost five pounds. I mean, there has to be a silver lining for everything, right? So that's mine for being sick all last week. Lost five pounds. I bet it was all muscle. But if it was fat, then goodo. I'll try to keep it off.
Today is my first day back at work in a week. I'm a little lost on what all I do here. And there's a meeting in an hour. Oops. I think I need to go over some things first. Er, so I'll wrap this up.
Anyhoo, Mr. Sweetie took very good care of me while I was sick, fetching and carrying and dealing with all the whining and crabbing and moaning and hacking with aplomb. Plus he went to the store about 19 times, and he let me play with his electronic toys and put movies on for me and made tea about 7 times a day. Now let's hope he doesn't catch whatever that was because I'll have to be at work and I won't be able to reciprocate as well. Plus also I don't wish this cold on anyone.
So in conclusion, my voice is slowly coming back, I am no longer contagious with the plague, my divorce is final, I haven't processed that really yet, and fevers suck. Also that you can lose five pounds when you can't eat anything much at all. Although no guarantees as to what part of your body that five pounds was from. I don't think it was stomach muscles, though, as I've been using them constantly as I try to hack up internal organs. Yum. So those are nice and strong, anyway. But I don't recommend this regimen to improve one's singing voice.
Stay well, peeps. I'm going to try and use my brain now. Wish me luck.
So anyway, teh sick started making me uneasy Monday night, and by Tuesday morning I had a slight fever. But I Was Not going to miss the court date to get my divorce finalized, so while I didn't go in to work, I did put on my tall boots and some war paint (i.e. makeup) and drive myself downtown to go to the courthouse. My lawyer and I did not recognize each other, as it's been a year and more since we spoke in person, so that was a little nerve-wracking. It would have been amusing, but I was too nervous to be amused.
The whole paperwork thing took little to no time, once we were called up by the judge after checking in. A bunch of yes or no questions, and it was all over. A little anti-climactic, but I am officially divorced. The fat lady sang. Curtain closed. Theater shut down for repairs.
Afterwards, I met Sara for lunch, and then drove myself home. And then spent the next five days on the couch, coughing up a lung every ten minutes or so. Whee. I had to cancel a friend's bday party at our house because I wasn't sure I'd be up to having company, and I felt really bad about that. (Sorry Jerusha. I hope you had fun anyway.) And I missed out on some readings and stuff. And now that I'm beginning to recover from this, and had to take four days off of work, I can't go to Orycon this year. One, I can't take any more time off of work, so I'll have to work that Friday. And two, I now can't afford to go. And three, the following week I have eye surgery, so I can't risk getting sick again before that happens. So I'm bummed that I'll miss Orycon this year. Scott is going to go without me. On the other hand, we won't have to find anyone to take care of the kitties.
Speaking of bright sides, since all I was able to eat all week was soup, tea, sherbet, apple juice, and water, I lost five pounds. I mean, there has to be a silver lining for everything, right? So that's mine for being sick all last week. Lost five pounds. I bet it was all muscle. But if it was fat, then goodo. I'll try to keep it off.
Today is my first day back at work in a week. I'm a little lost on what all I do here. And there's a meeting in an hour. Oops. I think I need to go over some things first. Er, so I'll wrap this up.
Anyhoo, Mr. Sweetie took very good care of me while I was sick, fetching and carrying and dealing with all the whining and crabbing and moaning and hacking with aplomb. Plus he went to the store about 19 times, and he let me play with his electronic toys and put movies on for me and made tea about 7 times a day. Now let's hope he doesn't catch whatever that was because I'll have to be at work and I won't be able to reciprocate as well. Plus also I don't wish this cold on anyone.
So in conclusion, my voice is slowly coming back, I am no longer contagious with the plague, my divorce is final, I haven't processed that really yet, and fevers suck. Also that you can lose five pounds when you can't eat anything much at all. Although no guarantees as to what part of your body that five pounds was from. I don't think it was stomach muscles, though, as I've been using them constantly as I try to hack up internal organs. Yum. So those are nice and strong, anyway. But I don't recommend this regimen to improve one's singing voice.
Stay well, peeps. I'm going to try and use my brain now. Wish me luck.