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My One True Life by wayward heart
December 2002
1Winding Down // Ms. Fix-it
2Winter Wonderland
3Tuesday Tidbits and Soupsicles
4Care Bears and Christmas Preparations
5Holiday Favorites Survey
6i treasure every gifty // Sending Christmas Cards
7Sunshiny Saturday // Oh Doe...Dot a code id by doze....
8Restless Night
9(S)ick with the annual "itis"
10Forget "Chicken Soup"....
11Don't bother me, i'm taking a sick day
12A Thank You Note (and a reply)
13Friday Night Fluff
14Dreams are not enough
15 Drizzly, Dark, and Dreary
16The Baking Elf Arrives
17Quote Du Jour // Quiet Day, Quiet Night, Quiet Feeling
18Peaceful Solitude // Christmas Gift Dilemma
19Quote Du Jour // Merrily i roll along......
20Screw the Balls...and other Christmas Traditions // New Journalist
22Baccala and Christmas Themes // Just a big kid
23Quote Du Jour // What do you do with a Drunken Aussie?
24Last night's email correspondence // Quote Du Jour Holiday Wishes // One More Sleep Till Christmas
25A Very White Christmas
26Old Friends and other stuff
27Nothing much
28A Garbo Night
29Best of Both Worlds // The MochaMobile
30Christmas Came Again
31New Year's Eve Traditions New and Old

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Don't bother me, i'm taking a sick day
December 11, 2002

Woke up this morning with the sound of the surf in my, i'm not at the beach, that's how clogged my ears were!

i tried to speak....and all that came out (when any sound would) was something between a squeak, a squawk, and a croak. This was not a good sign. Neither was the lung wracking coughing fit that accompanied my attempts at speech.

i did the only sensible thing. I went back to bed

i got up a half hour later, and called in to work. Tina, one of the supervisors, asked who was calling. i told her who i was. She didn't believe it was me.

Informed H i was staying home. Ever the thoughtful, concerned, caring spouse, his reply was: "You need to go get your check. I need it by the end of the week."

Thank you dear, for worrying so much about me. i thought the whole point of staying home sick, was to stay home. Silly me.

i know it's mid-month, and he's got a stack of bills to pay, and even my paltry paycheck from the telemarketing co. helps. So, i said "If you'll drive me there, I'll run in and get it." (they wouldn't give it to him if he went himself). He agreed, and as i was getting in the car, even thanked me, and told me he appreciated my going to get it.

Of course, we couldn't just pick up my check and come straight, we had to go across the street to where the company he works for is supposed to be moving, just to see how it's coming along. *sigh* i had the mother of all sinus headaches, was in such pain, i could barely hold my head up....but he had to go peering into windows, and reading building permits!! OY!!

We came home, and i went back to bed. Basically all i've done today is inhale steam, drink tea, sit around, watch TV, lie down, inhale steam, drink tea, sit around, check email, lie down, inhale steam, eat lunch, sit around, read diaries, lie down, inhale steam, talk on the phone to Rick, inhale steam, drink tea, make spaghetti sauce for dinner, check email, read get the idea.

The conversation with Rick was a real day brightener. He'd gone away last weekend with the man he's seeing, and they had a wonderful romantic weekend in a cottage on the lake. *sigh* It sounded so wonderful, i couldn't help but miss L. Smile Especially when Rick talked about the stone fireplace and the nice roaring fire they enjoyed.

L and i enjoyed a nice roaring fire last time i was would've been more romantic had he not had a WWII movie on TV at the same time!! (more romantic for me anyway...he seemed to be perfectly happy to have me, the fire, and Audie Murphy. i've never been at all interested in threesomes, however....and machine gun fire just isn't the same as "sweet nothings" Laughing )

i'm about ready to lie down for a bit while the sauce simmers. i do feel a lot better...more rested at the very least. My head is still congested, and lying down for more than an hour is still an exercise in futility, but the pounding headache is gone, it's just a dull ache, and i can occasionally breathe.
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