1 post tagged “first vox anniversary”
(Technically, it was on September 22, 2007, but I was careless and forgot to mention it!)
So I was sick all last week with I don't know what, and I did a decent job at resting and taking care of myself and all of that. Then I felt almost-better for two or three days, so I decided to jump back into my normal routine because I had already spent ten days being totally ineffective. Well, looks like I jumped back in too soon, because I feel just like I felt when I first got sick last Monday: body-achy, sore throat and generally exhausted. At this point the whole feeling-like-ish thing isn't really an issue- I'm a trooper, I can handle a little discomfort- but the whole spending-time-"resting" thing drives me absolutely bananas. The whole point of resting is that you're not supposed to do anything, and wouldn't that drive anyone mad? Don't be surprised if I overdose and the autopsy reveals copious amounts of vitamin c in my bloodstream. I think I need a hug.
Oh, and this morning I went to flush a spider down the toilet, and as soon as I depressed the little lever, blue-colored water began streaming out of the toilet and all over my bathroom floor, coming dangerously close to the carpet. If it weren't for my cat-like reflexes the carpet under the threshold of my bathroom would be dunzo. I left a message for my apartment manager, so hopefully I'll have a fully-functional ladies' room by the close of tomorrow. My question to you is this: where do I relieve myself in the meantime? Bear in mind that I have never really met any of my neighbors. Good thing I have to work first thing in the morning because we have a fantastic ladies' room there!
To end things on a happier note, that book that I'm reading is just perfect. It's really everything I've needed to hear for a long time, and I've decided that as soon as I'm finished with it, I'm going to put together a women's book group to discuss it. That is, as soon as I'm well enough to be in the company of friends without fear of infecting everyone. *sigh* I feel like a leper, and don't nobody want to give a leper a hug. So much for ending things "on a happier note."
Hope all of you are just fabulous (and without wee-beasties making you sick)!
