whut ah did with mah summer vacation
So C and I drove up to see her folks for several days the week before last. A good time was had for the most part, her mom is awesome and I loved hanging out with her. They threw a party so I could meet most of the family, which was very nice. Her dad had the freaking plague, though, and guess what we came home with?
I can tell you, in case it's important for you to know, that driving @ 9 hours with the beginnings of bronchitis? Not so much with the fun.
So I've been out sick for the past week. I had to cancel a day of my thanksgiving vacation, and I think I will have to cancel most of the rest of it as well, reserving the day before thanksgiving off for food preps and stuff like that. I am bummed, but at least I have this as an option so I can be paid for those days off.
After a week of nebulizer treatments, antibiotics, and eating like a wolf occasionally from the fabulous steroid munchies, I am finally feeling sort of OK. I had a good case of cabin fever, so C and I went and had breakfast at the local joint (I felt OK about this.. I am still coughing but I am no longer contagious) then did a bit of thrifting and came home. I am flopped on my new uber comfy chair and updating, and while I don't have tons of energy I am feeling at least like I don't need to pass out immediately.
One of the things I did while being ill was to watch lots of movies. Like ya do. I watched a neat Japanese flick called "departures", which was a very touching film about a cellist-turned-undertaker. Just beautifully moving and tender, watching the healing that happens for families as they ritually prepare the bodies for cremation, which is apparently done in front of the families.
Things are going very well with C. I think being able to take a 5 day trip where we were with one another constantly and then being ill together for more than a week, and we are still getting along fine and are happy to snuggle and so on, is a very good sign. It makes for a nice change... I've had too many relationships where I can imagine being at daggers drawn by this point. I was so nervous when she moved down here, I was at best cautiously optimistic, I was aware that having her move down here and live with us was a huge risk. But, I was willing to take it. I figured we were good enough friends that if the good energy wasn't there that we could find a way to be civilized about it. Happily, this has not proved to be the case.
I can tell you, in case it's important for you to know, that driving @ 9 hours with the beginnings of bronchitis? Not so much with the fun.
So I've been out sick for the past week. I had to cancel a day of my thanksgiving vacation, and I think I will have to cancel most of the rest of it as well, reserving the day before thanksgiving off for food preps and stuff like that. I am bummed, but at least I have this as an option so I can be paid for those days off.
After a week of nebulizer treatments, antibiotics, and eating like a wolf occasionally from the fabulous steroid munchies, I am finally feeling sort of OK. I had a good case of cabin fever, so C and I went and had breakfast at the local joint (I felt OK about this.. I am still coughing but I am no longer contagious) then did a bit of thrifting and came home. I am flopped on my new uber comfy chair and updating, and while I don't have tons of energy I am feeling at least like I don't need to pass out immediately.
One of the things I did while being ill was to watch lots of movies. Like ya do. I watched a neat Japanese flick called "departures", which was a very touching film about a cellist-turned-undertaker. Just beautifully moving and tender, watching the healing that happens for families as they ritually prepare the bodies for cremation, which is apparently done in front of the families.
Things are going very well with C. I think being able to take a 5 day trip where we were with one another constantly and then being ill together for more than a week, and we are still getting along fine and are happy to snuggle and so on, is a very good sign. It makes for a nice change... I've had too many relationships where I can imagine being at daggers drawn by this point. I was so nervous when she moved down here, I was at best cautiously optimistic, I was aware that having her move down here and live with us was a huge risk. But, I was willing to take it. I figured we were good enough friends that if the good energy wasn't there that we could find a way to be civilized about it. Happily, this has not proved to be the case.