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It's been a while since I've done a proper entry, so while I have copious amounts of time on my hands I figured that was worth doing. I'm also itching to write, as I took my first sick day since becoming a freelancer today. Difficult to keep these hands from forming words, and this is better than trying any real work ... it doesn't matter quite so much if words don't come out right here. I know you'll forgive me.
The illness is nothing serious. My nose was playing up a bit yesterday and now it's become a full-on sinus issue. You know when you just get that circle of pain around your nose and behind your eyes and in your head? Ouch. Thankfully right now I don't have jobs I need to do every day. I tackled my once a week article on Monday, I let the folks at FreeWorldU know (they just want me to get better), and I've got until the end of the month for other articles I have on consignment. So for the first time I actually feel like I have permission to be kind of myself and take the time I need to beat the germs. I ventured out today to cash some cheques and buy KFC. I did stick to my new resolution not to get that extra piece though. I bailed out of exercise, figuring that doing that when I'm sick is probably OK, but I'm making a point of not letting my other new health rules slide. It's too easy when you're sick and vulnerable to go off the rails. But no, just the one glass of Coke. I've even stayed away from the lime soda water today, opting instead for my healthy cordial. Fluids are good, right? There'll be no booze today, as Monday and Wednesday are my days off. I've stuck to that since I said I would, and it's actually starting to feel almost normal. I think I'm appreciating my wine more when I get it too.
Steve has a nasty habit of being late home on nights I'm sick. I'm sure it's just coincidental, but it royally sucks. If I have to sort out my own dinner, I'll be pretty annoyed. I was really counting on laying on the couch for one night while he puttered around in the kitchen.
Speaking of food, I was given a harsh dose of reality last night. I am definitely not over my food phobias. I thought I might be able to manage a tikka masala curry with chicken, potato, and spinach, but I was gone the moment the simmer sauce hit the saucepan. I started to focus on the chunks of onion I could see (we do onion flakes in this household), the overwhelming smell, I couldn't even bring myself to try a mouthful. Yep, I'm not there yet. To my credit I suppose, I made sure I stayed within my calories when I got a piece of fish and a few frozen chips out of the freezer and whacked them in the oven. It just kind of rocked me that I still don't have this food thing under control.
Steve and I are ticking along. We've got a lot of fun things coming up, a trivia night in a couple of weeks, tickets for Idina Menzel and Counting Crows and Darren Percival and Jake Shimabukuro. We're also planning to go to the zoo on the weekend before my birthday. We're seeing the Counting Crows on the 9th and we're booked into a two-hatted Italian restaurant in Sydney on my birthday, so it doesn't really make sense to go home. Given that, I'll be birthdaying solo. So we're organising this zoo trip as an opportunity to see my family. I also figure that it's a sneaky way to ensure I can see the zoo with Lily. Hayley was so stubborn about her and Shannon taking Lil on her first zoo trip, with no one else. So they did, and Shannon lost his shit, and Hayley doesn't like animals, so the experience was quite unpleasant by all accounts. She definitely needs to see the zoo with Aunty Lauren who's just as mad about animals as she is.
Since I started writing this Steve's called and said he's on the way home. He also says he's buying us KFC for dinner. I told him I did that for lunch, but he's reasoned that it's late when he's coming home and he doesn't want me puttering around in the kitchen. He also doesn't want me making decisions about it - he's taking control of the situation. He knows KFC always makes me feel better, and that's that. And when you're a sick girl who's barely left the couch, having a man taking on that traditional gender role is heaven.
The illness is nothing serious. My nose was playing up a bit yesterday and now it's become a full-on sinus issue. You know when you just get that circle of pain around your nose and behind your eyes and in your head? Ouch. Thankfully right now I don't have jobs I need to do every day. I tackled my once a week article on Monday, I let the folks at FreeWorldU know (they just want me to get better), and I've got until the end of the month for other articles I have on consignment. So for the first time I actually feel like I have permission to be kind of myself and take the time I need to beat the germs. I ventured out today to cash some cheques and buy KFC. I did stick to my new resolution not to get that extra piece though. I bailed out of exercise, figuring that doing that when I'm sick is probably OK, but I'm making a point of not letting my other new health rules slide. It's too easy when you're sick and vulnerable to go off the rails. But no, just the one glass of Coke. I've even stayed away from the lime soda water today, opting instead for my healthy cordial. Fluids are good, right? There'll be no booze today, as Monday and Wednesday are my days off. I've stuck to that since I said I would, and it's actually starting to feel almost normal. I think I'm appreciating my wine more when I get it too.
Steve has a nasty habit of being late home on nights I'm sick. I'm sure it's just coincidental, but it royally sucks. If I have to sort out my own dinner, I'll be pretty annoyed. I was really counting on laying on the couch for one night while he puttered around in the kitchen.
Speaking of food, I was given a harsh dose of reality last night. I am definitely not over my food phobias. I thought I might be able to manage a tikka masala curry with chicken, potato, and spinach, but I was gone the moment the simmer sauce hit the saucepan. I started to focus on the chunks of onion I could see (we do onion flakes in this household), the overwhelming smell, I couldn't even bring myself to try a mouthful. Yep, I'm not there yet. To my credit I suppose, I made sure I stayed within my calories when I got a piece of fish and a few frozen chips out of the freezer and whacked them in the oven. It just kind of rocked me that I still don't have this food thing under control.
Steve and I are ticking along. We've got a lot of fun things coming up, a trivia night in a couple of weeks, tickets for Idina Menzel and Counting Crows and Darren Percival and Jake Shimabukuro. We're also planning to go to the zoo on the weekend before my birthday. We're seeing the Counting Crows on the 9th and we're booked into a two-hatted Italian restaurant in Sydney on my birthday, so it doesn't really make sense to go home. Given that, I'll be birthdaying solo. So we're organising this zoo trip as an opportunity to see my family. I also figure that it's a sneaky way to ensure I can see the zoo with Lily. Hayley was so stubborn about her and Shannon taking Lil on her first zoo trip, with no one else. So they did, and Shannon lost his shit, and Hayley doesn't like animals, so the experience was quite unpleasant by all accounts. She definitely needs to see the zoo with Aunty Lauren who's just as mad about animals as she is.
Since I started writing this Steve's called and said he's on the way home. He also says he's buying us KFC for dinner. I told him I did that for lunch, but he's reasoned that it's late when he's coming home and he doesn't want me puttering around in the kitchen. He also doesn't want me making decisions about it - he's taking control of the situation. He knows KFC always makes me feel better, and that's that. And when you're a sick girl who's barely left the couch, having a man taking on that traditional gender role is heaven.