Dog Meat on a Cracker

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My plague has advanced into my chest and I am coughing. A lot. I have mild chronic asthma and every virus that infests my being likes to, sooner or later nestle right into my chest and wreak havoc on my poor lungs. Add to that, the side of my neck/throat up into my right ear and the side of my beak, across my face to my right ear are plugged, swollen and hurt and well, I am a very unhappy camper. I have an appointment with my doc on Wednesday. Blearch! I want more chicken soup. And my mommy.

I feel like dog meat on a cracker. Call the Waaambulance. 

I'm in the mood to knit. I'm not sure what, yet. I just know that I want some new, slick, fast needles, some beautiful wool and a fabulous cable pattern. I love to cable. It is so easy, yet so satisfying. The pattern is so intricate and looks as if it would turn you inside out to do but really, it's easy-peasy. Knitting in the round? Not so fucking much. One day I need to watch some videos and dedicate myself to learning how, once and for all. I have sock yarn and needles eating their heads off for lack of exercise. 

I need to stop trolling YouTube and go to bed. 

Migrating

So my cold is migrating into my chest. No surprise there. Blech. I hope this one doesn't linger too long. At least I am only feeling moderately sick. I can still do housework (slowly) and so on so it isn't as if I am laid low. I will admit that I am milking this a little. Just a little tiny bit.

I have a hair appointment Friday, I need to remember to call tomorrow and move it to next Friday or Saturday, I don't think that dragging the plague into the salon would be a friendly or very welcome thing for me to do.

Want to know what really sucks about being sick? I don't feel like going out shopping and I have a little Christmas money burning a hole in my wallet and the sales are on, baby. I think I'll go wash my face, brush my choppers, braid my hair and go to bed. I'z tired.

Isn't it Ironic?

Yes, I know that there is nothing truly ironic in this song. ;) But the title fits so, calm your tits. :P

Once again I am a neglectful of this blog and it should take me out and sue me. But it won't. Because it loves me. I have been busy and didn't really think that there was a hell of a lot to talk about, as I am just about the most boring person on the planet. But yeah, lets see...

We finally bought a new washer and dryer. Ouch! More money than I really wanted to spend but they are good machines and should last us a long, long time. We needed them so, we had to bite the bullet. We also finally got a "new" car. It's a 2009 Hyundai Elantra. Surprisingly nice car. When William came in the house and told me that he had brought a car home for me to look at, I asked him what it was and when he said, "Hyundai", I said, "Oh... HELL NO!!!"

I was thinking cheap piece of tin shit Rodney King Hyundai junk car. But I went out to the driveway and took a look at it. And I have to admit, I like it. It isn't my dream car, by any stretch of the imagination but it is nice. It is solid, well built, quite pretty, with it's shiny silver paint and matte black trim and dark, dark tinted windows. It has all of the amenities we wanted, except for a moon roof. Power everything, fifty thousand air bags, rides and drives really nice. It only has 41,000 miles on a 100,000 mile warranty and it was really clean. Owned previously by an older couple who took very good care of it. It gets super mileage, too. It just sips the gas, unlike that freak of a Jeep we used to have. 

And, it has free XM/Sirious radio for as long as we own the car. Which kinda sorta a lot rocks. Paired with the CD player, we always have plenty of tunes. 

As I said before, a Hyundai is hardly my idea of a dream car but it is a good car that will serve us well and it was an excellent deal. We got a very good price on it, the payment, with gap coverage came in under our comfortable payment cap and by paying on this car, we are re building our shittastic post Ch. 13 credit ratings. The interest rate on the financing is pretty brutal. Thanks to the aforementioned shittastic credit. But thanks to the fact that William has a dependable job, has been there a long, long time a reputable lender took a chance on us.

Other than that, there have been car rides, because I am like a dog with gasoline fever and I like to go for rides, I have been swatching a lot of polishes for my Nail Parlour, and just living life and being boring. 

I have this nasty sore throat. I got it Saturday morning. Ugh! It sucks! Hurts sooo bad. I hate getting a sore throat and have been getting a lot of them, lately. I was going to go see my doc, today but I was feeling better, earlier then after her office was closed, I was feeling a lot worse, again so I went to the Urgent Care and got seen. They did a rapid strep test. Negative. Yeah. I knew it wasn't strep. I've had strep. A couple of times. You know it if you get it. lol It's viral, I was instructed to take Advil PM and gargle with warm salt water. Gee, thanks, doc. I am still in fucking pain, here. Swallowing is hell, thankyouverymuch. Fucking virus.

He also said that my tonsils are big. Yeah. My doc also told me that. And that I might, like some ten year old, need them out some day. Good times. :P

So, after I want to Walgreen's to pick up my Advil Cold and Sinus, okay, want to know what a makeup whore I am? I checked out the displays on the way in and out. Oh, yeah. Sicker than a dog, can't swallow but by George, Revlon is BOGO !/2 so I grabbed one of the Just Bitten Kissable Balm Stains and a Color Stay Shadow Stick. I am a sick, sick woman, let me tell ya. 

And can I just talk about the process of getting Advil PM??? I had to get it from the pharmacy counter, give him my driver's license, have my signature run through some database just to buy an OTC medication recommended by my doctor. Thanks, meth cooking assholes.

So, we went to Circle K after I left Walgreen's so William could buy a couple of doughnuts and a lottery ticket. He got a crossword.

Guess what the fucking bonus word was?

TONSIL.

Now, that's ironic.

Germ Bag

My fucking husband gave me the fucking flu.

That is all.

Bleargh!

On Top of My Cold

I got slammed with a migraine, today. I was completing a post on my other blog when the right side of my head imploded. Gah! I am now having waves. It gets really bad and I can't even think, then cycles back a little and I can breathe and then blammo! I am obviously in a calm period, since I can actually type, right now. lol I am hoping that a good nights sleep will help.

It snowed, last night. Just a little. We woke to clear skies, wind and stupid cold temps. It didn't warm up much, but it was warm enough for the snow to go bye-bye. Huge banks of puffers came sailing in, then cleared again as the sun went down. Now, we are expecting warmer and warmer temps, from here on out. Hopefully, this was our last slice of Winter. I am sick of that pie. I want Spring, for real. :)

Thank heaven tomorrow is Monday. I had both guys. Both guys in this house all weekend. All frakking weekend long. They both go back to work, tomorrow. I am so ready to have my house back. I have some laundry to do and some cleaning to catch up on and I need to measure my stride and calibrate my pedometer. And, I might sit down with Knitting Help videos and work on knitting in the round on two circular needles. I will conquer that skill! I will. I just need to dedicate myself to learning the procedure and practicing. Once I get it down, I can get to using all that lovely sock yarn I bought. I have enough for several pairs of socks. :D

My beak is stuffy and runs nonstop. I am burning through Kleenex at an alarming rate and my poor nose and the skin between my nose and upper lip are rubbed raw. I have it all slathered with Carmex. It helps.

Okay, my head is beginning to implode, again so I am going to go before I start typing in Martain. Have a great night, all. I'll see you all tomorrow.

My Darling Patrick,

Thank you soooooo much for the head cold. I am enjoying is soooo much! It is a pleasure to share my home with such an accommodating incubus of viral plague.

*sniff*

Love Always,

Mom

Not Feeling Chatty

I still feel like shit, my nose is clogged, my chest heavy, I am coughing my lungs out. At least my throat isn't as sore. I am tired and dragged out and I am sick to death of being sick.

Waaaahhhh!!!

Okay. "Nuff whining.

Food and water are right on track.

Oh yeah. Now Willy God has the 'flu, too. It got the whole household, this time.

Okay, I am going to sit here and feel sorry for myself for a while.

Later.

Death on a Stick

That is how I am feeling, right now. Bleargh! Somebody just take me out back and shoot me now.

Please.

I went 200 calories over, last night. I was trying to eat to sooth my throat. A sugar free pudding and some extra soup put me over. I still finished at 1400 calories, so I didn't harm myself but I still feel as if I failed because I went over 1200. I am just goofy, that way. I didn't succeed in soothing anything, in fact my throat is worse, this moning. Lesson: Food doesn't cure illness, food doesn't make anything better. Food is fuel. Full stop. I have a virus and it has to run it's course. Food will not make that happen any faster. It will not do anything but make me fatter, if I continue to allow myself to stray off track. So, I need to keep my fat ass on track.

I did drink my water, tho. So I did do something right. :P

I need to take a shower, do a little around this house, I at least need to make my bed, dust and do a load of laundry and run my dishwasher. I don't feel up to any more, My poor house is suffering from all of this ill and whiny-ness I have been indulging in, lately. It is neat enough around here, thanks to the help of Willy Dog and Pookey, but the place has lost it's sparkle.They are great about straightening up and so forth but neither one scrubs.

Okay, I need to motor. Sorta. As much as I can motor, right now. If I try to motor too much, I hack up a lung. lol

Bleargh!

I am definitely infected. I woke up this morning with a sore throat, a deep, painful, racking cough, pounding head and my ears are kinda achey.

Waaahhh!!! I can't catch a break, right now. I was just feeling better from the frakking shingles when I get a nasty frakking cold. I have no energy, just walking around my house makes me hack up a lung and my head is pounding to an African dance rhythm as I type this. I want my mommy. And a hot cup of soup.

I was perfectly on track, yesterday. 1200 calories on the nose, 51/2 quarts of water. Food and water are on track, today. I have had coffee, soup and an orange. I am about to heat up some more soup. It is the only thing that sounds good, right now.

Okay, I am whiny, negative and did I mention, whiny? I am going to start a load of laundry, unload my dishwasher, give my husband a shout and get my soup. Then I am going to sit here and feel sorry for myself for a while.

Later.