Ho Ho Humbug
Have you ever heard the comment, "What a horrible thing to happen around the holidays"? Well, how about being sick Christmas morning? That's right! I felt a sore throat coming on late last night, and this morning it was worse. I had thought it to be allergies, and it very well might have been. But, if it were allergies, then I certainly should not have taken cold medicine. For if you take medicine for symptoms you do not have, you will surely get those symptoms.
So I awoke this morning feeling horrible. I barely made it through the whole present-opening process before I passed out from exhaustion on the couch. I then proceeded to sleep until 3 o'clock this afternoon.
I feel weak, tired, useless. I want to eat, but the thought of food makes me queezy. Being sick also makes me emotional. I tried to call George about an hour ago and no one was home; and as soon as I hung up I started to cry. I don't know why. I miss him terribly, but that's no reason to start bawling like a ninny when I can't get ahold of him. It's just that the only person I would like to be around on Christmas when I'm feeling lousy is my boy.
Aaaaaaaaaaaack! I feel like shit! At least now I may be able to skip church tomorrow. I don't like going to church back home anymore. It's become nothing but a show for my father to flaunt his college daughter. And I feel like the last connection those poor old people have to the outside world. It's like, "What's it like out there, Jamie?" I can't take it.
All-in-all it's been a good Christmas with minimal fights (of course I slept through most of it).
Merry Christmas, Happy New Years, and tootles!
So I awoke this morning feeling horrible. I barely made it through the whole present-opening process before I passed out from exhaustion on the couch. I then proceeded to sleep until 3 o'clock this afternoon.
I feel weak, tired, useless. I want to eat, but the thought of food makes me queezy. Being sick also makes me emotional. I tried to call George about an hour ago and no one was home; and as soon as I hung up I started to cry. I don't know why. I miss him terribly, but that's no reason to start bawling like a ninny when I can't get ahold of him. It's just that the only person I would like to be around on Christmas when I'm feeling lousy is my boy.
Aaaaaaaaaaaack! I feel like shit! At least now I may be able to skip church tomorrow. I don't like going to church back home anymore. It's become nothing but a show for my father to flaunt his college daughter. And I feel like the last connection those poor old people have to the outside world. It's like, "What's it like out there, Jamie?" I can't take it.
All-in-all it's been a good Christmas with minimal fights (of course I slept through most of it).
Merry Christmas, Happy New Years, and tootles!