So long, farewell...
I'm going on Day 13 of being sick.
The Husband: How do you know you don't need antibiotics?
Missy: Because, most times illnesses aren't bacterial, they're viral, so antibiotics won't work. I learned it on Doctor Radio. [Just as an aside, that channel is my latest Sirius XM addiction.]
The Husband: And did they also tell you how to tell which it is?
Missy: Yes. Yes they did. Length of illness.
The Husband: And what's the length?
Missy:: ... Two weeks. ... I'm not going to the doctor!! I don't want to!
I'm getting better, because the last few days I have been grouchy beyond belief, but this one was bad. I lost my voice for days, I had to miss work... it was a mess.
But this ensures I will be healthy for the weekend of the 29th. I floated this idea past some people, and The Husband said "YES! DO IT!", so Friday or Saturday is the party I am calling a Farewell to Harms--my last drunken shenanigans until after I've had the baby we hope will be implanted in January. There's a horrible dive bar near our house with cheap beer and karaoke, and you can bet that my ass, along with the asses of my friends and family, will be there all night. I'll sing until I lose my voice again.
And now I'm going to bake chocolate chip banana bread for a holiday party tomorrow. One of my work friends is throwing it. There's a neighborhood holiday party sometime soon, too, but despite being told about it immediately after moving in two springs ago, we have yet to be invited or even told where it is. I guess the neighborhood doesn't like people who don't like pants. Bigots. You shouldn't be looking in the windows anyway.
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The Husband: How do you know you don't need antibiotics?
Missy: Because, most times illnesses aren't bacterial, they're viral, so antibiotics won't work. I learned it on Doctor Radio. [Just as an aside, that channel is my latest Sirius XM addiction.]
The Husband: And did they also tell you how to tell which it is?
Missy: Yes. Yes they did. Length of illness.
The Husband: And what's the length?
Missy:: ... Two weeks. ... I'm not going to the doctor!! I don't want to!
I'm getting better, because the last few days I have been grouchy beyond belief, but this one was bad. I lost my voice for days, I had to miss work... it was a mess.
But this ensures I will be healthy for the weekend of the 29th. I floated this idea past some people, and The Husband said "YES! DO IT!", so Friday or Saturday is the party I am calling a Farewell to Harms--my last drunken shenanigans until after I've had the baby we hope will be implanted in January. There's a horrible dive bar near our house with cheap beer and karaoke, and you can bet that my ass, along with the asses of my friends and family, will be there all night. I'll sing until I lose my voice again.
And now I'm going to bake chocolate chip banana bread for a holiday party tomorrow. One of my work friends is throwing it. There's a neighborhood holiday party sometime soon, too, but despite being told about it immediately after moving in two springs ago, we have yet to be invited or even told where it is. I guess the neighborhood doesn't like people who don't like pants. Bigots. You shouldn't be looking in the windows anyway.
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