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3/28/2007 Loopy, Woozy, SickyI am on medication right now. I'm loopy. My head is fuzzy and I'm a bit dazed... you know what that's like? I can just space out... I have no idea for how long... and I "come to" and find I'm looking at a crack between the ceiling tile and the trim (what's that trim called again?.... ummmm.... I don't know... I'll think of it later) so I thought, WHAT A GREAT TIME TO BLOG!
If some of this doesn't make much sense blame it on the Nyquil knock off I just had... 10% alcohol and it tastes like an alcoholic cherry... ugh! But it sure makes you feel all warmy inside! I'm taking it because of the awful cough I have... I get started coughing and it's like I've set off come kind of sadistic chain reaction... I can't quit, and it's from WAY down inside my lungs... we won't discuss the disgusting results of the hacking up.... ick! Of course, I'm taking the Nyquil like stuff to supress that awfulness... but I'm taking Mucinex too... to get it all out... am I being counterproductive? Hmmmm.
I also (and trust ME to have this happen... just having an awful chest cold is not enough) just got my...ummm... dot. So I'm also taking Midol for the cramps and bloating and general feeling of yuckiness... I'm just SURROUNDED by yuckiness! I know you are all sooooo happy to be sharing this with me... but I'm all woozy, so I'm using that as an excuse... I'll probably be contrite tomorrow... embarassed that I've shared my yickiness with blog-land, but ... well, there it is.
Let's see... ok... update about the house stuff. We're still waiting for them to put on the stairs to the side porch, finish the water line, hook up the still exposed septic tank (tee hee! I just re-read that phrase "hook up the still" and leaving it off there instead of adding the "exposed septic tank" part... tee hee! Hook up the still... yeah... I know I'm living in North Georgia and that's something that actually happens around here... but.... LOL... it just hit me!... Giggle giggle... Ok... I know... I'm being silly... good thing you can't see me... I'm just Laughing over here... all by myself!), finish grading, attach the electric (I almost typed "eclectic"... THAT wouldn't have worked), fix all the problems in the house that haven't been touched, put on the front and back "landings"... supposed to be porches, but really... they're too small to be called that (although, if you think about it... "landing" sounds like something really big... as in, where a plane would "land"... hmmmm.... wonder how that degraded to something smaller than a porch? Hmmm... just wondering), and put the block skirting under the perimeter of the house (nothing frilly of course... just cinder block with some kind of coating). Our "contractor" (and I use the term extremely lightly... laughing as I say (or write) it) said we're looking, realistically, at getting into the house in about two weeks.
I'll believe that when I see it. I'd like to believe it because my mom is coming to visit on April 30th. If we're not in the house before that... at least have the majority of our stuff in there so that there are places to sleep... what do I do? There's no room in the tiny room B and I are sharing with Precious and Elvis... I have no money to put toward a hotel... where do we go? I have to believe that we'll have at least gotten in to the house by then... I have to! That gives them, really, a whole month... a MONTH! Surely they can get it done by then!
More updates... Elvis is learning his potty training... a few accidents still, but he's doing ok I think. He's learned "NO" and he's learned "OUTSIDE" and "FOODIES"... and I think he's learned to stop when he hears "OUCH!" because he's playing too rough. He knows "LAY DOWN" also... he tries to play with me and B all the time when we're trying to fall asleep, and B shouts... "LAY DOWN!" and Elvis settles in between us, or between my feet, and finally goes to sleep. The other day B was fishing Elvis out from between my legs, where he'd settled to sleep... actually he was being quite the "butt baby"... nestled up against mine... and B said "Now Elvis I know you're cold, but I don't know how you can handle the heat down THERE!"... and I just cracked up laughing! Elvis just looked at B like "huh?" with this dopey look on his face and his ears all perked up.... tooooo cute!
Ok... Looooonnnnnnggggg pause there... you don't realize it, but I just caught myself staring at the blue watery design on this page... just staring off into the water.... thinking... nothing. I don't know for how long. I just came back into awareness and re-focused. Hel-lo!
I was out several times today with B... even though I'm still sick... I get tired of being locked up in this room all the time, so B, who's feeling much better than I am (he WORKED through his sickiness... poor guy! I don't know how he did it... this is a VERY yucky sickiness... very very VERY yucky!) took me out to lunch today... yay! I had a grilled chicken breast (really grilled well done, which is exactly how I love them) and mashy taters and gravy and squash caserole, and a salad. It was very delicious... I've just been having soup these last couple of days.
Just a sec... ahhh... ahhh...... ahhhhhhhhh CHoooooo!. Ok... I just did that about 8 times... oops... nine. I hate getting started sneezing.... I just can't seem to quit for ages. Wait... be right back... hab to blow by dose..... ok, I'm back.
Ever notice that if you can't speak correctly... you can't write correctly? No, I don't mean those people who have a bad vocabulary and therefore can't spell, or put together a sentence... I mean people who generally CAN do those things...
Well, anyway... for ME... I don't know about anyone else... when I can't think clearly I can't seem to find the right words to express myself, and then I can't seem to write a complete or understandable sentence... well... I hope if anyone reads this they can understand it... I've only had to type each part of it about three times.... type a bit... back up and erase it... type a bit more.... back up and erase it.... my fingers think they're on an "athalon" of some kind... "type-athon"? "type-athelon"? "run onathon"? I don't know. Something-athon like-athon that-athalon. Uh... yeah.
O-tay... just a sec... be right back again. That was a cough-up-a lung break. Shudder. I hate those. I have to struggle a while to breathe properly after that, and I feel like I'm going to pass out half the time... sometimes I get stars... but I just breathe evenly for a while... counting the innnnnn and ooouuuuutttt.... then I'm ok.
I'm not a good sick person. NOT at all. I try really hard not to whine and be all needy, but I think I've been spoiled most of my life. Having been around my fathers side of the family when sick and gotten babied by every one of them that wasn't sick at the time... my aunt would make me noodle soup... my abuela would make me light toast... everyone would make something... tea, or bring me a book, or tuck the covers around me... checking in on me periodically... my dad would come by and talk baby talk (all uncomfortable and not sure how to make me feel better... but he'd try)...making sure I was ok.
Mom would be the same way... constantly calling to check in on me... or when she was home... all the way up until this last year when she went to live with my brother because I lost the house... whenever she was living with or near me... she would come over and help me in the house so it wouldn't be awful and dirty when I finally felt better... she would bring me tea and make me soup and make sure I took my medicine. She would come in and I'd put my head in her lap and she'd stroke my hair and I'd feel all comforted and soothed. Mom would monitor me and make sure my sugars didn't get disastrous... she'd keep track of how sick I was, and if she thought it was uncontrolable, or something that was getting worse, she'd get me to the doctor and come in with me and make sure I did whatever the doctor told me to do afterward. I know I'm a grown adult, but I miss that. I miss that level of love and caring.
If I were visiting my sister and I was sick she would make sure I didn't over do anything... she'd set me up on the couch and put in a movie and bring me hot tea and soup... she'd have the kids be quiet so I could nap... the kids would check on me too... each one showing their love in their own way... one would draw me a picture... one would show me something "cool" they wanted to share... one would sit on the edge of my bed and talk to me and let me pet them... even the dog, Toby, would come over and look up at me with sad eyes as if to say..."so sorry you're not feeling well... anything I can do?" and I'd pet him on the head and talk to him a little bit.
Even my ex-husband knew to baby me when I was sick. He'd keep me in bed and for once in a very blue moon would make me soup, or would straighten up the house so I wouldn't have to worry about it... he'd call into work for me and stay home himself to care for me... making sure I took my medicine and laying beside me and holding me to keep me warm and secure so I could sleep well.
B doesn't know how to take care of me sick. He brought me canned soup... because I asked him to... and then I had to get up and heat it myself... I pouted the whole time, feeling dizzy and tired and wanting to tell him "hey! this is YOUR job... YOU are supposed to take care of me!"... but I didn't. He was gone all day yesterday working and didn't even bother to call me and check on me. I only talked to him a couple of times and that's when I called HIM to ask when he was coming back so that he could bring me soup as there wasn't any and I hadn't eaten anything all day.
Now, I know people are different. I know I can't expect the same kind of loving care and treatment from B as I get from my family, but ummm... REALLY! I think it's because B's instinct when he's sick is to be alone. He sends me away to do errands so that he can have "peace" and be alone... that's what he did this last time he was sick. But I still took care of him. I tried to get him to eat... brought him tempting stuff... kept him supplied with juices and soda's (he wanted them) and cold medication (I have to say he DID bring me cold meds... hence my current state of wooziness). I told him ahead of time where I was going and how long I'd be gone and asked if he wanted me to NOT call so he could rest, and when he said yes I was careful NOT to call... and to stay away as long as I could with my errands. Then when I got back I did everything I could to make him comfortable... removed the pets from the area so they couldn't bother him... whatever I could do, I did it.
Well... like I said... I'm probably just "sick spoiled"... but I like it that way! I think if you're feeling yucky then anyone within reach should want to help and make you feel better... that's how I feel when someone is not well... and if I can do something to make them feel better, it makes me feel good too... isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
Ok... I guess that's enough of my "sick" blog.... hope I haven't whined and moaned too much.... OUCH... dang DOG... quit that! B's puppy Elvis is biting my toes.... OK OK... I have to go feed him.... before I end up walking funny. I'll write again soon. :) Hope everyone out there is feeling well and doing fine! Comments (4)
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