The Convalescent Saga Continues!
It's like re-living my childhood summer vacations, except with swollen glands and no energy!
...actually, even that part isn't so different.
This morning, before Janice left for work, I asked her to toss me up the bottle of blue Tylenol liquid cold medicine (my drug of choice since they have nerfed Nyquil to a degree where it's not even worth bothering with.) She did this, with a stunning lack of aim (sorry, Honey, but it's true!) that sent the bottle whizzing like a hand-javelin past my head, where it hit the wall and more-or-less exploded, splattering sticky blue syrup all over the carpeted hallway. I then asked her to toss me the paper towels, which she hit the ceiling with, and had to throw again.
The individual drops weren't so bad, and the walls came clean pretty quickly, but I spent about 30 minutes sopping the main puddle. I probably would have been more upset, except that after 2 T of the remaining somewhat mint-like but mostly totally alien liquid, I no longer cared about anything, and slept peacefully until sometime after 1 in the afternoon.
Mandi has had a friend over (she spent the night, last night, and stayed until just a few minutes ago, today), so I've had to intervene a few times to say things like "Jumping off the back of the couch onto a trampoline in the middle of the room is not okay," and "It's all fun and games until someone gets hit in the face with the rocking chair." (a direct quote!) When I first woke up, I asked Cristin if the younger girls had been acting like human beings, while I was asleep. Cristin rolled her eyes. "They've been acting like eleven-year-olds, if that counts."
In other news, I watched Up, last night, and despite the major over-inflation of my expectations caused by at least two people telling me it was the single greatest film of all time, I still enjoyed the hell out of it. It is a poignant, sad little allegory about busting the hell out of the drudgery of a world that is trying to file you away in a convenient slot so it can get on with building shopping malls, and doing so via a giant bunch of balloons, which I respect. Also, the talking dogs are actually really funny, which isn't something that I say lightly, cuz I friggin' hate talking animals. The last ones I found tolerable were the beavers in Narnia.
Yesterday, I called my allergist and informed them that I could no longer afford my prescriptions, since I have exhausted my pre-deductible allotment through my insurance for drugs (but there's nothing wrong with private healthcare, kids!!) They told me they would be happy to give me a generous number of samples, but that they closed at 5:00. Since Janice was at work, with the car, Cristin helpfully offered to call her friend Dakota's mother, Julie, to see if she could give me a ride. Julie gracious agreed, but, sadly, we didn't make it there before 5:00, and there was no one there (apparently, the staff clears out QUICK...there wasn't even a car in the parking lot.)
Today, Travis called me and said that he, too, was going home sick. I managed to bamboozle him into coming by to give me a lift to the allergist (and the grocery store, but mainly the allergist, because I figure if I have to be sick during the worst thunderstorm chain I've seen in years, I at least shouldn't have to put up with allergies, TOO), which is how I discovered that my allergist is closed on Wednesdays. No shit. I came within an inch of pitching a rock through a window. I had dragged my sick friend across town to take me to this place, and they pull this weird-ass Fourth-Day Adventist shit?
On a lighter note, did I mention that last weekend, I went on a fabulous walk through Sugar Hollow with my girlfriend and not ONE, but BOTH of my siblings? I did. We took pictures of fungus, arthropods, and, occasionally, each other. I sent some of these pictures to her L-ness, Liana, during a truly inadvisably-extended gmail chat, the other night, so I will post them here, as well, as soon as I stop being so fucking lazy. I mean, I've uploaded them to my ftp account, and everything. I basically just can't be bothered to enter tags, which I think we can all agree is kind of pitiful.
I ALSO went on a picnic with Janice, Mom, Dad, Daniel, and Daniel's Amanda (as distinct from Janice and I's own Amanda, who was also there, along with her elder sister.) It was a weekend that damn near resembled a weekend. Here's to the hope of another!
In the meantime, Amanda has apparently used 150 minutes over the monthly allotment for our cell phone plan. So I suspect things pertaining to that are going to occupy much of the remainder of my evening.
...actually, even that part isn't so different.
This morning, before Janice left for work, I asked her to toss me up the bottle of blue Tylenol liquid cold medicine (my drug of choice since they have nerfed Nyquil to a degree where it's not even worth bothering with.) She did this, with a stunning lack of aim (sorry, Honey, but it's true!) that sent the bottle whizzing like a hand-javelin past my head, where it hit the wall and more-or-less exploded, splattering sticky blue syrup all over the carpeted hallway. I then asked her to toss me the paper towels, which she hit the ceiling with, and had to throw again.
The individual drops weren't so bad, and the walls came clean pretty quickly, but I spent about 30 minutes sopping the main puddle. I probably would have been more upset, except that after 2 T of the remaining somewhat mint-like but mostly totally alien liquid, I no longer cared about anything, and slept peacefully until sometime after 1 in the afternoon.
Mandi has had a friend over (she spent the night, last night, and stayed until just a few minutes ago, today), so I've had to intervene a few times to say things like "Jumping off the back of the couch onto a trampoline in the middle of the room is not okay," and "It's all fun and games until someone gets hit in the face with the rocking chair." (a direct quote!) When I first woke up, I asked Cristin if the younger girls had been acting like human beings, while I was asleep. Cristin rolled her eyes. "They've been acting like eleven-year-olds, if that counts."
In other news, I watched Up, last night, and despite the major over-inflation of my expectations caused by at least two people telling me it was the single greatest film of all time, I still enjoyed the hell out of it. It is a poignant, sad little allegory about busting the hell out of the drudgery of a world that is trying to file you away in a convenient slot so it can get on with building shopping malls, and doing so via a giant bunch of balloons, which I respect. Also, the talking dogs are actually really funny, which isn't something that I say lightly, cuz I friggin' hate talking animals. The last ones I found tolerable were the beavers in Narnia.
Yesterday, I called my allergist and informed them that I could no longer afford my prescriptions, since I have exhausted my pre-deductible allotment through my insurance for drugs (but there's nothing wrong with private healthcare, kids!!) They told me they would be happy to give me a generous number of samples, but that they closed at 5:00. Since Janice was at work, with the car, Cristin helpfully offered to call her friend Dakota's mother, Julie, to see if she could give me a ride. Julie gracious agreed, but, sadly, we didn't make it there before 5:00, and there was no one there (apparently, the staff clears out QUICK...there wasn't even a car in the parking lot.)
Today, Travis called me and said that he, too, was going home sick. I managed to bamboozle him into coming by to give me a lift to the allergist (and the grocery store, but mainly the allergist, because I figure if I have to be sick during the worst thunderstorm chain I've seen in years, I at least shouldn't have to put up with allergies, TOO), which is how I discovered that my allergist is closed on Wednesdays. No shit. I came within an inch of pitching a rock through a window. I had dragged my sick friend across town to take me to this place, and they pull this weird-ass Fourth-Day Adventist shit?
On a lighter note, did I mention that last weekend, I went on a fabulous walk through Sugar Hollow with my girlfriend and not ONE, but BOTH of my siblings? I did. We took pictures of fungus, arthropods, and, occasionally, each other. I sent some of these pictures to her L-ness, Liana, during a truly inadvisably-extended gmail chat, the other night, so I will post them here, as well, as soon as I stop being so fucking lazy. I mean, I've uploaded them to my ftp account, and everything. I basically just can't be bothered to enter tags, which I think we can all agree is kind of pitiful.
I ALSO went on a picnic with Janice, Mom, Dad, Daniel, and Daniel's Amanda (as distinct from Janice and I's own Amanda, who was also there, along with her elder sister.) It was a weekend that damn near resembled a weekend. Here's to the hope of another!
In the meantime, Amanda has apparently used 150 minutes over the monthly allotment for our cell phone plan. So I suspect things pertaining to that are going to occupy much of the remainder of my evening.