Monday, November 21, 2005
Movin' On Up
Goodbye, Blogspot. It's been good but I'm movin' on.
Tomorrow you will find me at my new address:
Not all of my posts will be public, you will need to register if you want to see more than the public posts.
Also please let me know how things look, if the site is good and readable on whatever browser you regularly use.
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Saturday, November 19, 2005
Like a Bear Out Of Hibernation
Today I was actually moving around. Do you know how EXCITING a grocery store is when you have been able to do nothing but wear a hole in the sofa, the bed, and the computer chair for a week?
I did absolutely nothing this week. Well, I managed to go to the doctor, and look after T. And reheat stuff in the microwave. And do two loads of laundry. Standing back this morning and looking around my house, it truly did look like nobody did anything. Meanwhile my husband was sick with what I have (no fever though) and has been working 6 days a week. So yes, truly nothing got done.
I mean, I'm in no way back to normal, but I'm moving. My house looks much less like Katrina hit it. I am feeling like I have merely a cold instead of wanting to shoot myself in the sinuses is miraculous. I love Zithromax. I don't know what is wrong with me but damn, I am so happy I am on it. We are thinking now it is a sinus and ear infection, which is odd considering I could breathe through my nose the whole time.
The funny thing about being sick is that it gives you a lot of time to think. The bad thing is because you feel so crappy, all you can think about is really low IQ kind of things. So here is what I learned over the last week:
American Country Music Awards are really funny when you are feverish.
Performers on the in Country Music Awards shouldn't have mohawks. Further proof the mohawk is dead.
Blind Date is a great show when your brain isn't working.
So is Blues Clues, but it will rot your brain if you are over 3.
Dora the Explorer is perfectly fine for little kids, but it freaks me out. When I am not feverish.
A little extra T.V. for the kid is exceptable when you can barely move.
Your husband will never do the grocery shopping as well or as cheaply as you do it.
So, those are my low IQ thoughts upon the last week.
Tomorrow looks like another thrilling day of: chalk drawing outside, laundry and grocery shopping! It's all so thrilling in comparison to last week.
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Thursday, November 17, 2005
Oh Yeah, Antibiotics
So the morning after my 5th night of sweating up a storm I dragged my butt to the doctor. (I know it's not very exciting to write about how sick you are, but I have done nothing else since Saturday).
I love my doctor's office. He would be perfect if he he only worked weekends. It's run uber-efficiently and he is never late. As usual, I only waited a few minutes before I was seen. He looked in all the usual orifices (non-sexual) and the looked in my mouth and said, "Oh Yeah."
"Oh Yeah?" I asked.
"Oh Yeah sounds better than saying Oh shit", he said.
He is usually quite proper and not the type to say things like that, and in the 12 or so years I've had him as a doctor, he's never joked around like that.
The verdict is: my tonsils are covered in white spots, which he said can be viral, but usually means strep. So while my culture is being done I'm starting on my antibiotics.
Woo Hoo.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2005
No-Name Virus
So last night I had 103 fever and then sweated all night and had to change my clothes 3 times. I'm really over this one. I hate sweating.
So I called my Dr. to see if it was the flu. I'm sure it's too late for him to give me Tamiflu or whatever the heck they give you, but I want to know if what my son is getting right now is the flu, or if my husband will get it. Plus, I want to know if I still have to get a flu shot.
Turns out it isn't the flu. I'm not coughing. Plus there has been only 1 reported case of the flu in Maryland. 1. For all my troubles I still have to get a flu shot. And I should know that it isn't the flu. If it was my son wouldn't be bouncing in his crib.
I'm going to go wash the old sweaty sheets because it looks like another night of sweating. Yuck. And I'm going to have to change them again tomorrow morning.
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Monday, November 14, 2005
Liars
One day salt is bad for you, the next day salt is okay. One day fat is bad for you, the next day it's carbs.
And now this: Chilly feet can prompt common cold symptoms. So you can get a cold by being cold, and its not just an old wive's tale.
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That Fever Thing
Don't you think I am too old to have a fever over 101? Well, I do. But I hear there's this thing that gives you a fever going around.
God help me if we get the real flu. My primary care doesn't have the flu shot in yet, because of manufacturer delays, and my pediatrician cancelled on me because he ran out, at least for kids over age 2. Googling where to get a flu shot in Baltimore isn't particularly helpful, either. Giant Grocery Store has cancelled its shots due to a supply problem, too.
They can't give me the flu shot with a fever, so I guess there is nothing I can do right now anyhow.
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Friday, November 11, 2005
The Baby Mohawk
Yesterday in the grocery store I saw a woman pushing a cart with a baby sitting in it -- with a sort of mohawk haircut (not the lady, but the baby). At first I thought it was some punk rock chick, but then I looked a little closer and saw she was pretty vanilla... very normal looking.
Then it hit me: she's some kind of Angela Jolie imitator -- Jolie gave her toddler a mowhawk. Anyhow I figure if this one grocery store chick is doing it, it's some kind of trend, and other celebrity-worshipping moms will be into baby mohawks, and then everyone and their neighbor will be doing it.
I see a very strange progression: Native Americans, Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver, Punk Rockers, Angela Jolie's kid, and then millions of Jolie's fans. To think it once was a symbol of rebellion!
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