I felt like hell, again, when I first woke up. This is partially due to the fact that I might have ODed on Nyquil last night. It's losing it's efficacy, but if I take too much then I get restless and shaky and paranoid, like I did last night. When I did go to sleep I seemed to have a fever, because later on, I woke up drenched.
So, after I had a while to clear my sinuses and stuff, which is way harder without coffee, I decided to just, "plow through." That's what I used to tell myself when I was sick at work, or I felt like I had a mountain of shit to get through. Plow through. It's not a fast process, but it's kind of taking the the that weighs me down the most and tackle that, then the next, and so on.
So, the first thing I had to do was take a shower. Between the night sweats and the funk of a couple days sick, I needed it. And I washed my hair too. Then, the next was laundry. It's so great to finally have a washer and dryer again after so many years of having to dig up quarters to go downstairs and find out someone has all the machines tied up for the morning. So, in went the dirty clothes, all the towels I might have used, the bedsheets and the blankies that I had been so dependent on during my long hours on the couch.
And then I went out back. The skimmer, which I finally figured out how to turn on, was not really...sucking. So, I looked in the basket, and it had a bunch of leaves stuck to the bottom. There were also some bugs, including one cricket/crawfish looking thing. The water had gotten kind of low, so I had to unravel the hose and fill the pool with water too.
So, later on, the thing that really helped... was a Diet Coke. I knew it might be too early to have one, but I wanted it. And I wanted to go to the store with a clear mind. So, we went to Lowe's. The first thing we needed was a pool hose connector. The only one in stock didn't seem like the right one. But it was like $1.70, so I bought it just in case. (It wasn't the right one, of course) We looked at the patio tables. There was one nice black woven one for $139. After all the prices I had been seeing on the nets, this was not a bad price. So, we looked at it. And we put the chairs like ours around it. And then the FP decided it wasn't practical. Yes, he decided. Because the top was woven, he wouldn't be able to just go out to the lanai with laptop and pen and paper and do work. He would need a flat surface to write on. So, we passed on the table. And we needed WD 40. So, after much walking around the store, I finally asked an employee. He told me aisle 67 on the left. One of the short aisles. I never would have found it if I walked around for an hour without asking anyone. So, when we checked out, we had one piece of pvc, one can of WD 40, and a bottle of water. That's how Lowe's can be, though.
Wow, this is like a boring diary.
Dear Diary,
My cat thinks I'm dying. First thing this morning, after the FP got out of bed, Stinky came up to me, looked at me imploringly (yes, he does that), meowed, then sniffed my breath, looked at me again, then jumped onto the window sill.
I felt like hell, again, when I first woke up. This is partially due to the fact that I might have ODed on Nyquil last night. It's losing it's efficacy, but if I take too much then I get restless and shaky and paranoid, like I did last night. I noticed that the FP set the alarm, and then he disarmed it right away after. I don't know why, and I was already in bed trying to sleep, so I didn't bother to ask. Of course, though, whenever I heard some loud noise in the night, I was sure it was someone breaking in. I also would wake up thinking the lack of a proper cover where the ceiling leads to the attic was another cause of me being sick. I dreamt I was breathing in asbestos particles. When I did go to sleep I seemed to have a fever, because later on, I woke up drenched.
So, after I had a while to clear my sinuses and stuff, which is way harder without coffee, I decided to just, "plow through." That's what I used to tell myself when I was sick at work, or I felt like I had a mountain of shit to get through. Plow through. It's not a fast process, but it's kind of taking the the that weighs me down the most and tackle that, then the next, and so on. I used to tell myself over and over at work, plow through, come on, plow through. Be a workhorse, maybe you'll win Mr. Howes' workhorse award. Mr. Howes was our junior high band director. At the year end there were awards like the workhorse award. Not necessarily a flattering one to win, in my opinion.
So, the first thing I had to do was take a shower. Between the night sweats and the funk of a couple days sick, I needed it. I mean, I don't normally have any sense of smell, and it's even worse right now. So, I could have reeked of sickness for all I know. I have no idea. I must have. The FP would normally make a joke though. Unless I smelled that bad that it was so serious it was beyond jokes. I washed my hair too. I just envisioned all the germs hanging out in the jungle of my tangled locks. Yuck. Then, the next was laundry. It's so great to finally have a washer and dryer again after so many years of having to dig up quarters to go downstairs and find out someone has all the machines tied up for the morning. So, in went the dirty clothes, all the towels I might have used, the bedsheets and the blankies that I had been so dependent on during my long hours on the couch.
And then I went out back. The skimmer, which I finally figured out how to turn on a couple days ago, was not really...sucking. LOL! So, I looked in the basket, and it had a bunch of leaves stuck to the bottom. There were also some bugs, including one cricket/crawfish looking thing. Weird little critter. The water had gotten kind of low, so I had to unravel the hose and fill the pool with water too.
shit.....sorry, that went on a little too long to be funny, huh? Hm... I don't know how to end this. So I guess I will just end here.
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