Mucus and slush, slush and mucus.
I crashed on the couch and slept for an hour and a half this afternoon while being intermittently pestered by Snuggly Girl for something I'd already said "No" to. (As previously established, I don't understaaaaaaaand!)
I went back to the doctor this morning and said "I'm still coughing two months later" and he suggested starting up the inhaler again, as well as an X-Ray just in case. Then it occurred to me to wonder what the just in cases are, and I thought of bad things, and decided they are extremely unlikely. Probably just some lingering inflammation, darn it all.
I'm not sure if I'm actually feeling sicker today or if I just gave up pretending I wasn't.
Whew, one minor illness and I'm whiney as all get-out. Keep me company pixies, whine with me.
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The just-in-case is pneumonia.
I hope you feel better soon.
My whine is that I suck at time-management. SUCK AT IT.
oh, madeleine, you don't understaaaaaaand? i assume that this is also Totally Not Fair (TM). but in any event, hope the inhaler helps with the other guck, and that the slush also does whatever it is supposed to do to go away.
liz, we must be sisters of the heart, because i have spent much of this day doing things that were not top-priority deadline. mostly useful things, but still. OK, just a few things that were not technically even on the list of things i had to do, but, um, the day isn't over and tomorrow is another day.
Sorry Madeleine about the just-in-case Totally-Not-Fair (tm) pneumonia. That's harsh.
Time management whine: Even when I'm right on top of things, someone throws a wrench into the whole orderly process. ARGH!!!!
By this I refer of course to the famous "We can only have those meetings on Mondays" people. My ONLY day off is Monday. ~sigh~
But that's not my whine.
Mine is a funeral-planning whine.
One of the sons of the deceased is a jerk. He refused to address me directly or use my name. He would try to ask me questions through his sister by saying things like, "What's 'she' going to say at this point in the service?" - at which point the sister would say: "Her name is Reverend Sue and you can ask her yourself."
I get that some people aren't about church, or about female clergy, but you know what: I'M THE ONE WHO HAS BEEN SITTING AND PRAYING WITH YOUR MOTHER FOR FIVE YEARS. WHERE THE FIREPLACE HAVE YOU BEEN?????
(totally inside voice) So I get that he's not into church, or into visiting his mother (he lives in town), but I think he owes at least a BIT of respect. I think I've earned that.
First, he was annoyed that I insisted on at least two scripture readings - duh. Christian service. No-brainer, right?
I looked him right in the eye and said, "This is the faith that sustained your mother through two wars, some very hard times, and raising six children. Whenever I visited her, she asked me to read the 23rd Psalm with her. Would you really have us toss that out now? If that's the case, we may as well be doing this service at a local hotel and not at the church that she loved so much."
Nothing. Nada.
Wouldn't even look at me.
Asshat. (Ya. I know. He's grieving. He's still a jerk.)
Then the siblings argued and no decisions were made at all. Finally the exhausted and frustrated father sent them all out of the room and the two of us did the planning. On the way out, Jerk Boy wouldn't even look at me.
*sorry pixies - long whine. it's been one of those days.
Anti-whine: A great weekend with my niece. We had tons of fun.
thrill of victory, agony of defeat: my son has secured a new house; he has re-purchased, insured, and registered the old car we kept for him all this time; he is applying for a well-paying job at BigCorp; and today, he earned his driver's license back!!!11!!!
he took the car for a short spin after loading it with some of his stuff, came back for stew. then his dad noticed a fluid leak, possibly terminal. the guys went out under the car with flashlights. it was determined that son needs to carry water with him at all times, for radiator emergencies before the actual repair can happen. the spare gallon of water, of course, is so old that it sprung leaks upon handling.
duct tape and a giant ziploc bag. that is all anyone needs to fix life's little emergencies.
Argh with the funeral whining. We've had that at our house this week, but it's Mr. E's whine, not mine.
My whine: again with the ungratefulness. Baby shower was Sunday, and we got lots of cute stuff, mostly cute stuff we didn't really need. So now comes the taking it back part, and the thank you note writing part. Because I have energy for that right now. But clearly should do it now rather than later, because...
Antiwhine is the numbers: 37 weeks (aka "full term"), 13 days till scheduled C-section. Yippee for Mini Baboo. I *never* expected to make it this far.
Get well soon--no really, SOON--vibes to Madeleine.
sue, i think the duct tape will work for wayward son of the deceased. but he probably won't fit in a ziploc, even the largest size.
woot, esperanza!
Yay esperanza and Mini-Baboo -- you two rock the catbox!!!!
kathy a. - pass the duct tape and ziploc - I'll see what I can do. Srsly.
Speaking of the catbox - I should mention that Mr. Ouzo the Brave has been such a trooper with all his blood tests and insulin shots. His blood sugar numbers are still a wee bit high, so as of today he's getting a bit more insulin twice daily.
Also, the pook. Still teh RunnyStinky. ick. The vet suggested adding a bit of canned pumpkin to his food. Really. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. Pumpkin apparently is kind to kitteh tummies. Okaaaaaaayyyy.
Madeleine - feel better soon.
Sue - Just wanted to say I love you. No, really, I do. Can I please grow up to be assertive like you? Seconding Kathy A's suggested use of duct tape.
Kathy A - gosh, that is such a whine/antiwhine combo with the license and the house and then the car. Hope things settle for your son.
Esperanza! Hooray for the Mini-Baboo!! Can't wait to read the birth announcement.
This week, I'm just busy blah blah blah. My dog is still missing but my daughter, who bruised her back in a nasty tumble down the schools stairs, is almost totally back to normal.
miranda! glad daughter is better, but oh, so sad about the dog. xoxo
sue, skritches to ouzo. you might try mixing a wee bit of baby rice cereal in with the food.
Sorry about your dog, Miranda. I hope there's a reunion at your house soon!
Now for a brief bout of bouncing:
MARSDEN WON! WOOT!! MARSDEN WON!!!
YAY!
Hooray for all the Dems who came out and voted on a random cold January Tuesday!
Aw shucks Miranda - and to think it only took me 50 years (seven of which included therapy) to gain my assertive nature. Thanks! I'm glad to hear that your daughter is better but so so sad about your dog.
thanks kathy - I think I know someone I can borrow some baby cereal from to try out...or at least, if I buy the box and he doesn't like it, I can give it to her.
Thank you all for the get-well wishes. I went to bed early last night and still feel a bit enh. But it feels more like my sinuses now, so who knows.
kathy, I hope the good news keeps accumulating for your son. Radiator leaks are no fun, but treatable with commonly available fluids, at least.
Sue, what a story. At least the daughter and the husband were reasonable, poor folks. Imagine dealing with this guy your whole life. Ugh.
Miranda, ouchies and ohnoes.
Liz, kathy, I'm right there with you on the time management. My to-do list keeps getting longer, and I keep doing things that aren't on it.
We got some good news at work yesterday! Good for the budget, anyway. Could be a fair bit of workload. Maybe not mine? Maybe colleagues will do most of it? I think so, anyway, since I am on the verge of a different new workload which might or might not get funded. If I think too hard about it, my head will start spinning. No, wait, already spinning.
W: haiti. oh.my.god.
piddly stupid W: there is a low-level rumble from equipment at a construction site a block away, almost too low to be heard. it feels like the sound/rumble of an earthquake, minus the shaking.
AW: went to a really good conference thurs-sun. it got me all fired up about some work things. AND, a really interesting, manageable project came up yesterday!
W: sadly, still looking around for my enthusiasm about Project of Doom, the Sequel, which needs to be done asap, or this week at least.
I'll second the Haiti whine. My goodness, how awful.
I'm glad you had a good conference kathy. What a difference it makes to recharge those work-energy batteries with some fresh perspective.
On the other hand, sorry to hear about the Project of Doom, the Sequel. I never did like sequels....with the exeption of Harry Potter, of course.
Stoopid Meaningless Whine of the Day: I got out of my car this morning and promptly dropped my Uber-Delicious and Much Needed fix of Tim Horton's coffee onto the parking lot where the ice lapped it up and laughed at me. If you're not familiar with Timmy's coffee, it's very famous up here. Named after a retired hockey player, I am sure that their coffee is laced with cocaine - it truly is *that* addictive.
Salt in the Wound Whine: I only allow myself one coffee per day. It takes away whatever lingers from the previous day's headache. Any more than the one and I'm in trouble. With my coffee on the parking lot, I've managed to work up a decent headache for this afternoon's meeting.
Whine: This afternoon's meeting is a prep meeting for the one I have ALL DAY on Saturday. *ptttthhhhpp*
(that's me sticking my tongue out in the most mature, professional way possible).
I've ignored the whiney blog, it's true
For more than a year-why it's nearly two!
I'm back with a vengeance, one might say
To share my whine with you today.
She who is nameless but we once thought her
To be our third, lovely, cherished daughter
Is claiming we forged checks made out to her
And the bankers and lawyers are all astir.
Forget the tuition, clothes, and such
Forget all the kid-perqs that cost so much
Forget that we opened our home to you,
Forget all the loving things that we do
Remember this, though, my dear child
That a Yankee on the warpath is something wild.
I know we'll prevail over these hijinks,
But being treated like this, well it just stinks!
Love y'all-
YT
YT! So good to see you. Errr. Though under better circumstances, yeah, you know what I mean. But Style and Financial Impropriety make for a very strong whine.
(((((YT)))))
Good to hear from you, but I too wish it were under much, much better circumstances.
Yes, welcome back YT, whines and all, though I'm sorry they had to happen to you.
Additional whine: OB is sick, so appointment/trip to Big City got canceled today and rescheduled for Friday. No biggie, as it saves us a babysitter (hubby's day off)--AW. But my Return Cute Baby Stuff We Don't Need Project got rescheduled to Friday too, as it necessitates a trip to Big City also. The whine....there is predicted to be a Big Deluge (I didn't make that up--it's what the weatherman said) on Friday. Sigh. Driving in rain...shopping in rain...blech.
Additional whine on that same subject: the Sweet Baboo saw me get dressed in real clothes and load Cute Stuff in car and was CERTAIN she was going to get to go! somewhere! exciting! today! Upon being informed that we weren't going anywhere, she had a complete and total meltdown. Poor kid, cooped up at home with a Mama with no energy.
Oh, YT, I'm so sorry about WHY you are back, but so glad that you ARE back.
Haiti.
WB YT! So many worthy whines this week.
AW: Went a-conferencing this weekend South of the border(and very much appreciated the relative warmth of San Diego) and genuinely enjoyed every panel I attended.
W: Went a-conferencing this weekend immediately after having my dental abscess treated and I have never had dental work hurt so. fireplacing. much. for so long. Much lost sleep and associated vague spaciness continue.
AW: Our household has been free of explosive pook or bark events(feline, human or otherwise) for long enough that I almost feel safe having the carpets cleaned. Luckily, it is supposed to edge above freezing this week, so pookers and barkers may find themselves hoisted unceremoniously outdoors.
Uh, feline pookers and barkers, that is.
((( YT ))) welcome back, and you are stylin', as always! but what the fireplace???
days, you and i were conferencing in the very same city! someone asked if i was with the american historical association, which i wasn't, but it sounded kind of interesting. SD is evidently a very popular conference town, especially in january.
about haiti -- some links if you are moved to do something from far away -- please add if you have more links or thoughts.
Doctors Without Borders, already on the ground:
http://doctorswithoutborders.org/
Partners in Health, which already has health care operations in Haiti:
http://www.pih.org/home.html
American Red Cross:
http://www.redcross.org/
Whine of sadness for Haiti. It seems unreal.
Oh YT, how terrible.
Madeleine: I hope if it is pneumonia some antibiotics are in your future. So not fun.
I join the chorus in awe of Sue and her assertiveness. I hope the funeral goes as well as funerals go.
Yay Esperanza. Although I remember that tiredness and the toddler problem. The day I remember most was when my 2 year old took every game and puzzle out of the cabinet and took all of the pieces out. And I was there, and I have no idea why I couldn't stop her, but it was a b*tch to clean up.
KathyA - I am so glad to hear things are looking up for your son. Except in radiators, but it is a start.
I'll add my whines to the Haiti list. I meant to do it earlier but forgot.
The Sweet Baboo was mollified when we went to return Cute Stuff. Hey--$200 of Cute Stuff isn't too shabby. I am reluctant to amass too much stuff of any kind, and we truly didn't need any of that.
I was GOING to whine on Monday about nasty migraines, but got too nauseous to whine. I have NO FREAKING IDEA how Sue can deal with this on a regular basis. Srsly.
Whine of the "I Am An Idiot" variety: The custodians at our school, in their infinite wisdom, decided to shampoo our carpet today. Our room is almost ALL carpet, with one narrow linoleum strip by the sink. Upon being let back into the room after the cleaning, I had to chase a kid down from playing in the sink. I slipped going from the wet carpet to the dry floor. Twisted my entire right leg up underneath me.
Let's just say my Gumby imitation? It does not rock.
Had to leave school and go to the Worker's Comp doc (who said "It'll hurt later, but you're okay.") and then to the Scary Lab for a drug test. You know, because I'm *obviously* impaired for slipping like a doofus.
What made it worse was that to my deaf 5th grader, I was the greatest thing since the invention of the Whoopee Cushion. He laughed and laughed while I cried. I had to explain, "Yes. Fell down. No ha-ha-ha. Hurt." It hurt, but I still had to laugh because he got such obvious chuckles out of what he saw as a REALLY good slapstick pratfall. If I don't make it as an Educational professional, I may yet have a career in comedy.
Oh KLee, I hope the hurting tomorrow part isn't too bad for you. OUCH!!!!
oh, klee! hope you are feeling better.
I teach a developmental class and every semester I have an in-class tutor. Last semester I had the Worst Tutor Ever, Bar None. Everyone agreed, and he was not rehired (thank goodness). Last night was the second night of my class and I think my new tutor is AWESOME. I <3 him to pieces. I am so relieved.
Now if I could just find the time to resuscitate my blog...
KLee, I'm sorry, but I think I finally understand the saying "adding insult to injury" now.
Sue, You are an angel on Earth. Thank you for standing up for the deceased mother. In time, Jerk Boy will realize how thoughtless he has been.
oh no KLee! Hope you feel better.
yay to mini baboo for being full term!
My roast beef on Tuesday was much too pink on the inside, resulting in ham sandwiches for dinner instead. I failed at warm comfort food. It was be revived though - in the slow cooker yesterday with some soup made it yummy and tender (and cooked!) in time for dinner.
AW - A long lost gift card to the land of expensive coffee was found! In my wallet! I swear it appeared by magic, since I've looked there for it many times already. But now it is found and I shall drink chai for free today.
Enjoy your chai!!! Isn't it great when you find gift cards you were sure had found their way to the Land of the Lost Socks???? I've done it a few times and done a definite happy dance.
Happy chai!
Awards in progress; posted probably around 9 pm Eastern.
yay, amy, for a good tutor this time around!
yay, jenr, for the slow-cooker and the magical mystery gift card found!
yay, me, for finishing Project of Doom II before i even got a single ugly email! this one was much shorter and had far fewer problems.
still, i have some wisdom to share: if you are going to use dictation software, do an edit before you make other people read the draft. don't assume your reader will fill in the reasoning just because you have been breathing it for a few months. do include citations when you assert facts, and explain why you are citing references for other propositions. and my dear -- wtf with the stream of arguments couched in double-negatives? dictation software = the devil's own work.
Thanks to all for the good wishes. Obviously, pixie wishes are Good For You (tm), because the pain was bearable today, even with only run-of-the-mill acetominophen as pain relief.
Joining all of you in the sadness for Haiti. It will probably be something our Girl Scout unit will tackle soon as a community service project. Just wish there was something more we could do...
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