You Know It Only Happens When You Have Stuff Going On

Getting sick, that is.


We officially moved into our new house!  But right before that happened I got sick.  It all started on Thursday.  Everyone in my office has been fighting this awful cold that seems to hang on for weeks.  I've been trying to take my vitamins and wash my hands and stay healthy and I thought I was doing a pretty good job until Thursday morning.  I woke up a little congested, but figured it was allergy related from cleaning the new house.  As the day progressed I felt worse and worse- my throat was sore and my head was pounding and I just wanted to go to sleep.  


I went home from work just to go paint at the new house with BF and some of our family.  I took some generic cold and cough stuff to see if that would help and it only mildly dulled my headache and sore throat.  Friday morning I woke up with a full on nasty cold- sore throat, headache, body aches, coughing and sneezing, runny nose, the works.  Awesome.  I did my best to pack up the house while BF was at work and didn't make a ton of progress.  Saturday morning came extremely fast and I felt only marginally better but we actually got everything moved!


Despite having an awful cold (that I still have) I am LOVING the new house.  We are definitely starting a project list of all the house stuff we realized we wanted to do and it is fun trying to plan it all out.  We installed a dog door so we no longer have to get up and take the dogs out in the middle of the night (AWESOME!) and our puppies have a ton of space to run around and play.


Our neighbors all seem nice even though we've not really gotten to know anyone yet- just saying hi as we come and go.


I'll have pics up soon!

I'm Not Dead! and Other Amazing Things

Yesterday and Monday were the WORST DAYS EVER to be sick.  I just have so much going on that I didn't have time to sleep and get better, which is precisely why my body was like, "Hey, let's go ahead and catch this cold/flu thing that is going around."  But I survived and today I feel back to my old self again, with an added bonus of congestion.  And even though I didn't have time, it was nice to be in bed for a whole day and eat soup.  I love soup.  You can eat a whole can of it and it's only like 120 calories. 

Between naps the past two days I've been busy packing up my stuff because BF and I start moving TOMORROW.  If that isn't awesome I don't know what is.  I can't even handle it because we will have the best, coolest, funnest house EVER.  You are all invited to come and see/experience the superbness once we are all moved in.  Also we get to eat pizza.  Because apparently that's what you eat when you move.  I'm not going to argue with that.

BF also got his teacher business cards in the mail the other day.  I didn't realize that teachers had business cards, but I guess when you are substituting it's good to be able to leave contact info with schools.  Oh the things I don't think of.  Anyhow, they are pretty snazzy, with a blackboard and a jaunty pile of books on them.  Jealous?  I am.  Mine are plain white with alternating sports figures and sports equipment on them and orange lettering.  I want purple ones.


So now you all can rest easy because I am on the mend... I know you were worried.


To come... more product reviews and the deal with magnetic bracelets.

Dayquil Induced RIDICULOSITY

I stayed home sick from work on Wednesday.

Sounds great in theory. It wasn't.

It was one of those days where my head hurt so bad and I had the WORST body aches ever that there was really no way I was going to be comfortable. Every slight noise reverberated through my head like boulders dropped on kettle drums; every ray of light stung my eyes and sharpened the ache; every swallow or movement of my neck agitated the swollen glands and nodes in my throat, and every position imaginable in my super comfy bed was ultimately uncomfortable due to my aching joints.

I'm usually not going to take medication unless I have to take it, so I tried to stay hydrated and took a couple of Advil and hoped that I would sleep it away.

It took most of the day but I started feeling better by dinner time. I still had NO energy (I put some clothes in the dryer and almost passed out because it took so much effort) so I sat around and watched useless tv until I found a "Man vs. Wild" marathon that I couldn't resist (who could, that guy is awesome). And then I watched some foody shows on the Food Network. By 7pm I was ready to crawl out of my skin I was so itchy to do something productive, so I drove a mile down the road to fill my tank with gas and then drove back home and checked the mail.

On Thursday morning I woke up feeling much the same as I had the day before, minus the degree of headache. I HAD to go to work so I just loaded my purse up with Osillococinum, herbal tea bags and Dayquil and was on my way.

It was a day of hazzy, buzzy work bliss.

I got a lot done, but I'm not sure how accurate or awesome any of it was. Dayquil has a way of making me a little insane. By 3pm I was in full crash mode, so I left work and went home to take a nap and eat dinner before BF and I headed out to a show.

I was bundled up on the couch like a flu-burrito when BF came over, watching crappy television and had just taken a second dose of 'dayglow' (as I will now refer to it) to pick me up for the late night entertainment we were about to experience. We sat around for a bit until I realized that I looked like heck and needed to clean up if I was going to be out of the house in public. In a mad-dash I threw on some color, grabbed a cute coat and high heels and was out the door.

The car ride was pretty fun, and I thought it was me getting a second wind and being out of the confines of my sick-house until BF said, "You are high on Dayquil".

You know what? He was right.

I was very high on the Dayglow. Everything was sparkly and magical and hilarious and I loved every minute of it, until the Dayglow started wearing off. Luckily I was in Dayglow heaven until after the end of the evening's entertainment.

We went to a reading of "Road House: The Play" at the Gerding Theater because our lovely friend Meagan is a part of it (and we support our awesome friends, darn it!). It was pretty hilarious so I think we'll be seeing the full production this March.

I woke up this morning and I still feel kinda cruddy, but sort of hung over from all the chemical immunity-aid. I am NOT taking Dayglow today. I'd like to actually think and operate on a semi-normal level.

Sick Brain... and what I do on my sick days off work

So I'm still sick.

Not as sick as I was, but still uncomfortable. I went home early from work yesterday- which is rare for me. I got to take a 4 hour nap, which I would have enjoyed more if I wasn't under the influence of heavy cough and cold medicines and if I could've been breathing easily out of my nose.

I did, however, get to read a bit since I was far too exhausted to do much else. I recently got the book American on Purpose by Craig Ferguson. I've got his fictional book as well, but I like this one better because I like to know about people's lives. Anyway, I spent a good majority of my "awake" time yesterday reading it. I liked Craig Ferguson before, but now I REALLY like him. I don't know if I can explain it right so I'm not going to try- I still have sick brain.

I don't know about you, but I think I like biographies and autobiographies best lately. I cannot believe some of the things that people have gone through and survived, and I also cannot believe some of the things that people put themselves through and survive. Anyway, Mr. Ferguson is one of those people that I've always thought was riotously hilarious. Some people don't really have to try, they just hit my funnybone the right way. He wrote and was in the movie Saving Grace, which is one of my all time FAVORITE movies, EVER.

Despite my sick brain and medicated thought this week, I have enough sense to know when to act on something, and that something is GETTING CRAIG FERGUSON TICKETS.

Oh yes. As BF was driving home from school/work (because at this point it is one in the same) the other day, he noticed a particular name on a marquee. So being the wondrous BF that he is, he texted me:

BF: (via text) "craig ferguson at the aladdin!

Me: "Alkaline Trio is Feb 19, $18" - because I'm a caring GF like that.

... and then I stopped texting and called him because it hit me what he said. I looked up tickets and when he answered I said, "I REALLY WANT TO SEE CRAIG FERGUSON!!!! but... tickets are $50. A. Piece.!"

So after a bit of debating with myself I realized that this is a MUST. It's like the time I saw Stella. It was AMAZING and I'm so glad I went to that, and I feel like this will be the same way.

I'm hoping to buy tickets today. Until January 24th I will be waiting on pins and needles to see this show.

I'm a dork. I know this. Let's just go ahead and blame this on my sick brain (for now).