New and improved sick! Now with sinus infection! (Piles of homework sold separately)
Oh my lord and kitties, what the heck is going on with my life!!!???
I am still sick. The coughing has died down a bit. This is a positive. I am trying to dwell on the positive. I still have a cough, but it is more like a regular old cough and less like a fetal giraffe is trying to escape my lung. Hooray for me! But now, sweet bebés, the sinus beneath my left eyebrow, which from google searching I have learned is my frontal sinus, is swollen and painful. It doesn't look like anything, but it feels like this:
Lovely.
I actually woke up in the middle of the night to have a sneezing fit. What?! Yes. A sneezing fit. In the middle of the night. I don't know how Jack functions, having to sleep next to me and my random loud late night symptoms.
So I have called in sick to work for the second weekend in a row, which should make paying rent for next month super-fun!
Anyway... regardless of the watermelon under my eyebrow and the cough and the snot and the whatnot... I went to school yesterday. And guess what I found out!??! Basically, I am going to die this weekend. I have 180 pages of reading to do, a paper due Sunday night, a packet of computer lab work that can only be done in the computer lab at school due on Tuesday, two midterms and a quiz on Tuesday, and about forty pages of Statistics homework to do.
Good thing I called out of work.
OH! I almost forgot to tell you about St Patrick's Day! I don't celebrate the thing, but Jack does. So we went and got beer and I dyed it green for him, and made him take shots and basically just made a very big deal out of getting him as drunk as possible, because that's what he wanted to do for Patty's Day. (Weird. I know. I don't really get it either. Tipsy? OK. Shitfaced? No thanks, I'm good.)
So anyway, I get Jack drunk, and he goes to bed. I am sitting in the living room doing homework, and he is yelling for me to come to bed and *ahem* hang out. And I am in the middle of homework, so I say no. And he is suddenly and very loudly yelling, "NO ORGASMS! NO MORE ORGASMS FOR YOU! NOT EVER! NOBODY GETS ANY MORE ORGASMS! NO MORE! EXCEPT LIZ! LIZ HAS LOTS AND LOTS OF ORGASMS!"
Liz is our neighbor. She has loud sex sometimes. (Who doesn't?) Her bedroom is through our wall. I have not run into her since, but I am hoping she was not home to hear my drunkety husband yelling about her sex life through the wall.
Jack, by the way, does not remember this happening. Not at all. I have told him about it, and he thinks it is very very funny.
So that's my week. Hope you are all having more fun than me. Though I do have kitties curled up all around me, so that's something. Back to my reading! :)
J.E.
P.S. I found a picture of a fetal giraffe, but decided it was slightly too graphic for this page. You can see it here if you want to. It really does look like what my lungs felt like not three days ago.
I am still sick. The coughing has died down a bit. This is a positive. I am trying to dwell on the positive. I still have a cough, but it is more like a regular old cough and less like a fetal giraffe is trying to escape my lung. Hooray for me! But now, sweet bebés, the sinus beneath my left eyebrow, which from google searching I have learned is my frontal sinus, is swollen and painful. It doesn't look like anything, but it feels like this:
Lovely.
I actually woke up in the middle of the night to have a sneezing fit. What?! Yes. A sneezing fit. In the middle of the night. I don't know how Jack functions, having to sleep next to me and my random loud late night symptoms.
So I have called in sick to work for the second weekend in a row, which should make paying rent for next month super-fun!
Anyway... regardless of the watermelon under my eyebrow and the cough and the snot and the whatnot... I went to school yesterday. And guess what I found out!??! Basically, I am going to die this weekend. I have 180 pages of reading to do, a paper due Sunday night, a packet of computer lab work that can only be done in the computer lab at school due on Tuesday, two midterms and a quiz on Tuesday, and about forty pages of Statistics homework to do.
Good thing I called out of work.
OH! I almost forgot to tell you about St Patrick's Day! I don't celebrate the thing, but Jack does. So we went and got beer and I dyed it green for him, and made him take shots and basically just made a very big deal out of getting him as drunk as possible, because that's what he wanted to do for Patty's Day. (Weird. I know. I don't really get it either. Tipsy? OK. Shitfaced? No thanks, I'm good.)
So anyway, I get Jack drunk, and he goes to bed. I am sitting in the living room doing homework, and he is yelling for me to come to bed and *ahem* hang out. And I am in the middle of homework, so I say no. And he is suddenly and very loudly yelling, "NO ORGASMS! NO MORE ORGASMS FOR YOU! NOT EVER! NOBODY GETS ANY MORE ORGASMS! NO MORE! EXCEPT LIZ! LIZ HAS LOTS AND LOTS OF ORGASMS!"
Liz is our neighbor. She has loud sex sometimes. (Who doesn't?) Her bedroom is through our wall. I have not run into her since, but I am hoping she was not home to hear my drunkety husband yelling about her sex life through the wall.
Jack, by the way, does not remember this happening. Not at all. I have told him about it, and he thinks it is very very funny.
So that's my week. Hope you are all having more fun than me. Though I do have kitties curled up all around me, so that's something. Back to my reading! :)
J.E.
P.S. I found a picture of a fetal giraffe, but decided it was slightly too graphic for this page. You can see it here if you want to. It really does look like what my lungs felt like not three days ago.
