We put our cranky pants on one leg at a time.
Hello Kiddies,
You know, shit here in the HSB has been damn near approaching rubber chicken levels lately. For the uninitiated, 'rubber chicken' refers to the level of angst and stress that reaches the point just beyond cope that it's almost comical. After a week of sputtering mucus like a wet toaster, in a fit of congested insomnia, I made an appointment to get it looked at. A nifty new website (that I can't recommend enough), led me to an ENT Center near me. Since this was the third upper respiratory infection we've gotten this year, I figured maybe they could help out with the Ick that would not die.
After confirming that I indeed had the most crooked nostrils ever and really high blood pressure (brought on by massive amounts of decongestants or massive amounts of stress, take your pick), I got antibiotics that could choke a horse and awesome nasal spray. They want me to come back in a week to see if I'm still breathing, and they want to do a full allergy test. Oh what fun. It's still busy at work so taking a few days off is out of the question, so we'll continue to pace ourselves best we can.
Dealing with the rest of the stress as best we can, which is to say not really well. Another piece of mail addressed to my Mom came here and that was the cherry on a really long, tiring day. There's a whole other entry dealing with that shit to come. I had my iPod on most of the day at work, mostly to drown out the stress (among other things).
I'm less cranky now, but just as tired and some tea & cookies will let those stresses swirl away.
This little number always helps with that too. I had an amusing thought today about owning a wappen bappen beach bar. A cantankerous old man with a bandanna and eyepatch, serving Red Stripes to stoned expats. Oh if only.
You know, shit here in the HSB has been damn near approaching rubber chicken levels lately. For the uninitiated, 'rubber chicken' refers to the level of angst and stress that reaches the point just beyond cope that it's almost comical. After a week of sputtering mucus like a wet toaster, in a fit of congested insomnia, I made an appointment to get it looked at. A nifty new website (that I can't recommend enough), led me to an ENT Center near me. Since this was the third upper respiratory infection we've gotten this year, I figured maybe they could help out with the Ick that would not die.
After confirming that I indeed had the most crooked nostrils ever and really high blood pressure (brought on by massive amounts of decongestants or massive amounts of stress, take your pick), I got antibiotics that could choke a horse and awesome nasal spray. They want me to come back in a week to see if I'm still breathing, and they want to do a full allergy test. Oh what fun. It's still busy at work so taking a few days off is out of the question, so we'll continue to pace ourselves best we can.
Dealing with the rest of the stress as best we can, which is to say not really well. Another piece of mail addressed to my Mom came here and that was the cherry on a really long, tiring day. There's a whole other entry dealing with that shit to come. I had my iPod on most of the day at work, mostly to drown out the stress (among other things).
I'm less cranky now, but just as tired and some tea & cookies will let those stresses swirl away.
This little number always helps with that too. I had an amusing thought today about owning a wappen bappen beach bar. A cantankerous old man with a bandanna and eyepatch, serving Red Stripes to stoned expats. Oh if only.
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