That sounded like a 200 pound man

That's what my coworker said when I coughed today.  I have the gross scratchy phlegm cough.  It's nasty.  I'll admit.  But it means I'm getting better, right?

My illness is old news though.  What I'm really interested in, is hoping that our references check out for our puppy adoption!

The FP went to see the puppy today, and he got to go in and see the puppy with his three siblings.  They all went straight up to him and were inquisitive and playful and affectionate.  But, our puppy was the bestest of them all of course.

So, now, we wait.  Because the shelter is so far away, no one will be available to do a house check, so I emailed some pictures of the house.  Then they will call our personal references and our vet.  If everything checks out okay, then we will be able to pick him up on Sunday at the Petco that they go to!!!

Here's to hoping everything goes well and we're cleared for Sunday!  Cheers! *takes 2 Nyquil capsules*

Still Unwell

Took Nyquil about half an hour ago.  My nasal passages are still completely congested.  I can't breath through my nose.  My eyes feel like I burst blood vessels in them from blowing my nose.  My throat feel raw.  My chest feels tight and heavy.  I feel tired and worn out, yet full of too much energy to just sleep on my own.  I want to put my laundry away, clean the floors and the whole house, rid the house of bad germs, unclog the one bathroom shower, clean the pool, finish mowing the backyard, but, I need to try to get as much rest and sleep as I can when I'm home, so I will be as close to 100% as possible for 8 hours a day when I'm at work!

So, goodnight!

Reader's Digest Condensed Version

The FP got me sick.  He, of course, is about 92% (I believe that was the number he used) back to normal.  So, his energy level is up, and mine is down.

See Saw

I took Nyquil last night. I went to bed at 10 pm.  I woke up around 12 with night sweats.  I went back to sleep.  I woke up at 6 am and got ready for work, had some chai, and took some Dayquil.  The FP drove me to work.  We stopped on the way and bought more Dayquil.  I went to work and attempted to do my job.  The FP picked me up from work.  We went to the grocery store.  Then we came home.  I had Cinnamon Toast Crunch and chai.  Then I had some of the curried veggies and cous cous that the FP cooked.  Now I'm laying on the couch and blogging.  I will probably take a Nyquil in an hour.

I know some of you think my life is so enthralling that you've always wanted a concise, yet indepth look into the life of the Food Ho behind the blog.  Well today your wish came true.  You're welcome.

(No, I'm not too sick yet to omit the sarcasm)

Stuffy

So, I was slowly improving.  Slowly.  And now my nose is all stuffed up, and I still have yuck in my lungs too.  Okay, some of it could have to do with the drilling and inhaling sawdust, plaster and metal dust.  I definitely could have used a mask yesterday.  But I never thought of covering my nose and mouth until I would get a noseful or mouthful of something.

Oh, and it's cold.  It was cold this morning.  Then it was pretty warm when I was out back working on the screen door.  It was warm enough that I had to change into shorts.  But then later on, it got cold again, and I didn't change back into pants fast enough.  I was trying to make the shower run hotter, so I kept sticking my arm under the water.  So, when I was done with that, I was freezing.  So, I had to change back into sweats.  And that's what I'm wearing now.

And I went to Kmart in sweats.  You know, I just needed some Orajel for my damn mouth sore, so I was just going to "run to the store."  And it's Kmart.  You know - the place where that phrase came from , "Kmart feet"?  It means very very dirty filthy feet.  Because the poor families would go into Kmart and the kids wouldn't have shoes on but no one kicked them out, "Kmart feet".

So, here's my ensemble:
 

I don't know what's so funny?  Why are you laughing so much? I really dont' think it's that funny?  Oh, come on.  Really?  Are you peeing a little?

And you're going to tell me you were never just cleaning the house or sick or something and never just ran to the store with whatever you had on, without thinking or worrying about it?

This is the height of couture, FYI.  So, the shoes, I got at least a year ago, and they are my favorite leisure/exercise shoes ever.  They are black with like hot pink laces.  And I've logged in a lot of miles in these shoes.  I mean walking wise and in a car or plane.

And then the sweatpants.  I got these ages ago.  I bought them in the boys section at Wal-mart.  I didn't like the elastic legs, so I de-elastified them.  These pants have comforted me through many an illness, and many a depressed night at home watching dumb movies or lame TV and probably feeding my candida with junk food.

The T-shirt, I believe was from Urban Outfitters or Target - one or the other.  The FP got it, and he didn't like it.  So, it kind of sat around in danger of being thrown out or given to Goodwill. So, I started wearing it, mainly as a work shirt.  It was uncomfortable at first, I think.   But it's broken in, so it's fine now.

The hoodie was a Target purchase by the FP.  He loved this hoodie.  LUVED it.  But then it was washed and then dried in the dryer on high.  Probably by me, and it shrunk.  You can see how the zipper was all warped.  So, the FP went to Target and bought the same exact hoodie.  He threatened to throw the warped hoodie away, but once again, I adopted it.  And boy have I worn this thing.  I don't even know if the FP has his hoodie like it still.  But he's bought several since then.  Numerous.  A plethora.  A myriad.  A whole bunch.

Anyway, that's what I wore to the fashion show, I mean freak show, that is Kmart.  And, yeah, when I noticed what I was wearing under the bright fluorescent lights, I felt self conscious.  So, this woman glanced at me, and I looked at her, and she looked at me again.  So, I felt like she was looking at my outfit, like WTF.  Or like, is that girl homeless?  And if so, did she steal those shoes that look pretty clean for being over a year old?  It's Kmart for godsake!!!!!

Anyway, even if I won the lottery (which I need to start playing)  I would still wear these clothes and run to the store wearing them.  It's not like I would run out and get a Gucci leisure suit to wear while doing housework and to run to the store.  Ok, who am I kidding.  If I won the lottery, I wouldn't do housework, besides the stuff that I like to do, which isn't much.  But, I would still run to the store in all male clothes except for my very female looking shoes.  And if you had a problem with it, I would flash you a smile with all my platinum teetheses.  Then you'd be schooled, yo.

So, this morning Stinky thought I was dying too

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.  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.