bedridden. long one.

Feb 11, 2010 07:21

"There's a foot of snow on the ground and a pound of plegm in my throat." - Steve Papageorge's most recent entry.

Pretty much exactly what I was going to say. Anyway, since Sunday I have been very ill with the very pretty combination of a sinus infection, ear infection, and upper respiratory infection. Apparently they didn't want to call it bronchitis. Guess what? It's bronchitis. I know my respiratory system well enough at this point to know the difference between a URI, bronchitis, and pnuemonia. I even have a feeling as to which medication I will be prescribed upon each doctor visit. In the past three years, I've only been wrong twice, one of those times being this one. I think ZPAC would have been more effective on my cough than the Omnicef I was prescribed. But what do I know... I work at the Christian Living Store.

This week of complete and utter rest has been torture for me. I always had a thought in the back of my mind that maybe I would have liked to have been one of those Stepford type women who stay home all day and let the men do all of the stressful things in life. It would do wonders for my blood pressure to have no responsibility like that. Then this week happened. I have never been so bored in my entire life. I watched more tv than I ever have. I read two new books and reread two. I didn't have the energy for much else. I imagined the living room with four or five different themes of decor. It was absolutely pitiful. I don't know how people can be stay at home moms. I can't handle days upon days of feeling like I have accomplished nothing. It's just too much.

I hope this illness does not ruin my Valentine's Day planning, as I took a Saturday off for the first time since summer so Joe and I could be proper Valentines. It's weird, because we're not big on gift-giving or day-commemorating, but we are getting really into this Valentine's Day thing this year. And by "getting really into" it, I mean we're still not buying each other gifts or going out to dinner. We decided to have a weekend of alone time, which is rare for us, and to cook for one another which we NEVER do. This will either be really romantic or a complete joke, but either way, I'd like my health so I can experience it to the fullest. I love him.

Just now I received an email that classes at STAC today are canceled due to weather. Good thing I did not attend one class this week. I feel so disgustingly useless. Ewwie.

I can't wait until March, because I am traveling with the Monroe girls to Maryland to see Karyn. We're going to this Irish weekend thing in Ocean City which should be a good time. This will literally be the first time I have been in a state other than New York or New Jersey since high school. It's nice to know I'm experiencing life so fully in my youth.

Joe went to this bar/club called The Living Room the other night to see this pretty decent band play, and he wants to take me there tomorrow night. All I could think about was how I couldn't drink there. People who say you can go out, not drink, and have a good time are lying. It's definitely not as fun if you're sitting there twirling your tiny straw around an overpriced glass of diet coke while everyone else is drinking. I'll put on a happy face if I go though. He's all excited about it. Plus I like checking out different places like that.

Everyone has been commenting on these various social media websites I frequent that snow doesn't feel the same as it used to... meaning that we've all outgrown the beauty of snow. It shouldn't be such a revelation. Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I had a fond memory of snow. Even as a kid, all I remember about snow was shoveling, getting unreasonably damp, burning my tongue on hot cocoa, catching my death of pneumonia, and embarrassing myself on ice skates. I am traumatized enough to want to move to Arizona. But in all honesty, the thing that made this particular Nor'easter especially sweet was watching Tara shovel out the driveway by herself, as I was sick and my brother is away at college. It's the first time she's ever had to even do it. Spoiled princess, serves her right.

Pearl is crying to be taken out. It's time to brave the outdoors for the first time since Monday. Godspeed to me.
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