I have been sicker than a dog since Thursday night. Still am a bit sick, to a degree. I think the five hour nap in the middle of the day today speaks to that. I am no longer running a fever, though, so progress is being made. I hate being sick…there was so much I wanted to do this weekend!
Spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. I don’t know where I would be without you, oh frozen meatballs! QoB gave us some BBQ chicken that I am making into salad for lunches this week. Of course Dr. Love would eat none of this BBQ chicken because he claims to only like breast meat. Such a PITA. Whatev. More for me.
QoB has been working her tail off at the other house all weekend, getting it ready for the renter. I went to her house this morning with the attention of helping her get a few things done, and didn’t end up with much accomplished. At least I brought her some coffee, so all was not lost. I also vacuumed her floors, which is something I have really been wanting to do at my house, as well.
I left from her house still feeling pretty good. I had spent all day Friday and Saturday in bed and it was nice to be doing something for a change. I went up to the Rez and bought cigs, then back into town for what I had hoped would be a productive afternoon.
I hit a huge wall of fatigue and general ickiness when I was 0n my way back into town. By the time I made it home, I went to bed and stayed there until almost 6:00 p.m. I finally got up and sat around feeling rather sickly for awhile.
Then I realized I hadn’t had any fluids today except a Diet Coke at QoB’s house. So I downed a bunch of OJ and water and am feeling more “with it.” Now that I have had an actual meal and some fluids, I think I am on the mend. I am still going to bed early to be on the safe side.
My lists that help me…
2) Dr. Love’s crappy work schedule
4) fleeting and unexpected kindness from strangers
And in the long run, I can always count on:
1) The love of my family
2) Dr. Love
3) Kizzie (I will have her cryogenically frozen, if need be)
4) frozen meatballs
Alan Jackson, Red on a Rose