Has no voice, the cold virus took it
Wow does this xmas kinda suck. Sunday at 9 o'clock I got a call from Target essentially asking why I wasn't at work yet. They had scheduled me without telling me. Last I checked, my name was not even on the main schedule, and when I stated that to the lady at the desk (over the phone) she was all "huh, your right." So I didn't have to come in that day because I, lying through my teeth, said I was already in Lincoln. Also they could tell over the phone that I wasn't feeling the greatest. Well after that the desk lady told me the rest of my schedule for this week (3:15-10pm Wed, 3:15-10 Thursday, and 6-10pm Saturday) and I got all my stuff together to go home.
Turns out my brother, who drove all the way from Milwaukee, has a cold too. So I'm back, barking like a dog, brother's barking too, mom and dad have cans of lysol out and are pushing tons of liquids on us asking both of us if we have taken any kind of medicine. Poor mom and dad, mostly mom though, they are going to get our colds by the time we leave here. I'm worried about mom the most though because of her auto-immune disease, which for those of you who don't really know is called Lupus. Right now she is on an experimental chemotherapy treatment that is known to help people like her with very bad arthritis. I beleive it is working a bit though, so that is good. But even with her feeling better she'll get it and it will take about three times as long as me or my brother to get over it. And since its almost a week since I got the symptoms of this cold and I've lost my voice completely now I think it will take mom about a month to have the cold and get over it.
New Year's Eve is Mom and Dad's anniversary too, one of the big ones (30th?) and my brother and myself couldn't think of anything special to do. We should have called Aunt Ann. Oh well, now they are going to be sick for it anyway.
We had a very small Christmas this year. My maternal grandparents came over for dinner Monday night and we had sloppy joes, which we like to call Sloppy Anna's when I make them since I don't use onions and they taste a certain way. However since I was so sick I was forbidden to be around the food. I did help with the dishes but could not help cook. So my brother renamed the sloppy joes to Organized Dad's though I think I'm much more of a perfectionist that Dad is when I cook.
Well... after dinner we (Mom, Dad, My brother and me + the grandparents) went to church. By this time I had pretty much lost my voice and mother told me not to even attempt to sing since I sounded like a squicky dog (my brother's interpretation). And singing in Church is my favorite thing to do especially during Christmas so I was kinda depressed at chruch not even pretending to sing by mouthing the lyrics. Then we came home and opened almost all of the presents. Its tradition in my family to open the presents between church services on Christmas Eve. The ones we didn't open were the ones that the paternal grandparents gave money for our parents to buy and put their names on. According to my mother our paternal grandparents haven't bought us a present on their own since we were tiny.
I didn't go back to church with the rest of the family for the midnight service because I was feeling so bad, so I cleaned up some of the leftover mess and took some more cold medicine and attempted to sleep. Mom and dad woke us up earily the next morning to open those presents left unopened on iChat (with the video camera) with our paternal grandparents in Manitowoc, WI. Grandpa almost recognized my dad I think, but maybe thats just being overly optimistic. Both Grandpa and my brother were in the center of the video screen but on opposite sides of course and were acting the same way, 3/4 asleep and 1/4 interacting with the people around them.
Tuesday was our formal Christmas dinner and we only had one other person besides the family that was here for xmas eve. She was a lady we knew from church who we've had over many times since she has no family and is a bit mentally challanged. We had roast and my brother and I barked at one another while my father started to sneeze. After we watched the movie Zodiac with the grandparents which seemed to go on forever and the ending was a bit dissapointing to me.
After everyone left my brother and myself continued to get sicker. I believe my brother threw up a few times but felt better after doing so. I have had a bit of nausea but I've pretty much stayed at the same level of crappyness the entire time I've been home. So without a voice and coughing all over the place I called in to work and am still in Lincoln trying to get better.
I didn't realize how much I use my voice when I'm at home. I'm pretty much an extrovert when I'm home and around my best friends but when I'm at the uni or in my own apartment I am a total introvert. Its so frustrating not being understood by my own family but I found out that I cough more the more I try to use my voice. Le Sigh.
Turns out my brother, who drove all the way from Milwaukee, has a cold too. So I'm back, barking like a dog, brother's barking too, mom and dad have cans of lysol out and are pushing tons of liquids on us asking both of us if we have taken any kind of medicine. Poor mom and dad, mostly mom though, they are going to get our colds by the time we leave here. I'm worried about mom the most though because of her auto-immune disease, which for those of you who don't really know is called Lupus. Right now she is on an experimental chemotherapy treatment that is known to help people like her with very bad arthritis. I beleive it is working a bit though, so that is good. But even with her feeling better she'll get it and it will take about three times as long as me or my brother to get over it. And since its almost a week since I got the symptoms of this cold and I've lost my voice completely now I think it will take mom about a month to have the cold and get over it.
New Year's Eve is Mom and Dad's anniversary too, one of the big ones (30th?) and my brother and myself couldn't think of anything special to do. We should have called Aunt Ann. Oh well, now they are going to be sick for it anyway.
We had a very small Christmas this year. My maternal grandparents came over for dinner Monday night and we had sloppy joes, which we like to call Sloppy Anna's when I make them since I don't use onions and they taste a certain way. However since I was so sick I was forbidden to be around the food. I did help with the dishes but could not help cook. So my brother renamed the sloppy joes to Organized Dad's though I think I'm much more of a perfectionist that Dad is when I cook.
Well... after dinner we (Mom, Dad, My brother and me + the grandparents) went to church. By this time I had pretty much lost my voice and mother told me not to even attempt to sing since I sounded like a squicky dog (my brother's interpretation). And singing in Church is my favorite thing to do especially during Christmas so I was kinda depressed at chruch not even pretending to sing by mouthing the lyrics. Then we came home and opened almost all of the presents. Its tradition in my family to open the presents between church services on Christmas Eve. The ones we didn't open were the ones that the paternal grandparents gave money for our parents to buy and put their names on. According to my mother our paternal grandparents haven't bought us a present on their own since we were tiny.
I didn't go back to church with the rest of the family for the midnight service because I was feeling so bad, so I cleaned up some of the leftover mess and took some more cold medicine and attempted to sleep. Mom and dad woke us up earily the next morning to open those presents left unopened on iChat (with the video camera) with our paternal grandparents in Manitowoc, WI. Grandpa almost recognized my dad I think, but maybe thats just being overly optimistic. Both Grandpa and my brother were in the center of the video screen but on opposite sides of course and were acting the same way, 3/4 asleep and 1/4 interacting with the people around them.
Tuesday was our formal Christmas dinner and we only had one other person besides the family that was here for xmas eve. She was a lady we knew from church who we've had over many times since she has no family and is a bit mentally challanged. We had roast and my brother and I barked at one another while my father started to sneeze. After we watched the movie Zodiac with the grandparents which seemed to go on forever and the ending was a bit dissapointing to me.
After everyone left my brother and myself continued to get sicker. I believe my brother threw up a few times but felt better after doing so. I have had a bit of nausea but I've pretty much stayed at the same level of crappyness the entire time I've been home. So without a voice and coughing all over the place I called in to work and am still in Lincoln trying to get better.
I didn't realize how much I use my voice when I'm at home. I'm pretty much an extrovert when I'm home and around my best friends but when I'm at the uni or in my own apartment I am a total introvert. Its so frustrating not being understood by my own family but I found out that I cough more the more I try to use my voice. Le Sigh.