December 8, 2002
i barely slept at all last night. My nose alternately congested so badly i couldn't breathe, or ran like a faucet, or dripped down my throat and make me cough. i was either blowing my nose, wiping my nose, hacking up a lung, or i had to go to the bathroom. Sometimes all of the above, all at the same time. Does not make for pleasant sleep, or a very happy morning.
i got up at 8:30 when Barsky had to go out. i give him his Rimadyl around 9am, so figured i may as well stay up. And since lying down only made me feel worse, i decided i'd try the recliner. i watched a 1930's version of "A Christmas Carol", then switched over to the figure skating at 10am. i occasionally dozed through the commentary.
H got up around 11, and watched the last hour of skating. i told him the one thing i really wanted was to go to the Chinese Buffet for lunch. i wanted a gallon of hot and sour soup, and a huge plate of their hot and spicy noodles. ANYthing peppery, hot.
He agreed, then said he was going to get his car washed before it started snowing. He went off to do his errands, came home, did the "pooper scooper" thing before the snow hit, then said we could go.
i said great...that i wanted to eat, then come home and lie down till the skating at 4pm.
"I don't know how much time you'll have before the skating", said H. "We have to stop at WalMart first and get a new humidifier."
WalMart was not on my agenda. He'd never mentioned till that minute. Just thinking of schlepping to WalMart, having to park in East Bumblefuck, trudge to the store, contend with the hordes of maniacal holiday shoppers, spend eternity in the check-out, and have to trudge back to East Bumblefuck to the car took more energy than i could muster.
i told H to go without me, then come home and we'd go eat.
"NO, I don't want to make two trips in your car.", he said (of course he didn't want to take his car, he'd just had it washed)
So, i told him to go anyway, get himself something to eat, and i'd just open a can of soup.
He stormed off to the den, where i heard him typing furiously (no doubt complaining about how ungrateful i am to one of his girlfriends), and muttering "You think you'd appreciate having a new humidifier. I just don't get it".
Obviously, he didn't get it. Of course i'd appreciate a new humidifier (i do rather like breathing), but i simply didn't feel up to making the trek to WalMart.
Anyway, he eventually left, and i went and lay down, fully clothed, under the blankets (a sure sign i don't feel well).
He came home 45 mins later. i was surprised he made it back so fast, especially as it was now snowing quite hard.
"I stopped at Boston Market, too", he said. "Dinner's in the kitchen. I got us meatloaf".
i have to admit, i was very pleasantly surprised. It was very sweet of him to think of that. And more surprising, he wasn't in a foul mood, even though he'd had to drive home in heavy snow.
i kinda miss the hot and sour soup...but it was nice to be able to get back in my jammies and not have to go out at all!
i still feel kinda lousy. Not sick, just stuffy and lethargic. i've been inhaling steam and using tons of Vicks. i did try to go to bed early last night, for all the good it did me.
Oh, last night, H and i recorded our annual holiday message for our answering machine. Every year, we sing "We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Happy Hannukah. We wish you a Happy New Year, and please wait for the beep". We ring our string of sleigh bells, and in the past, Barsky has joined in and barked along in time to the bells.
We weren't sure he'd join us this year. And when H tried to encourage him to come in and practice with us, he just walked away. But once i turned on the machine, and we started singing for real....there he was!! Right between us, barking along!!
Apparently, he didn't feel the need to "rehearse"
Time to watch the skating...and make myself a mug of hot tea "fortified" with a little Yukon Jack.