Sick, Moody and He Is Not Helping

Setting: I’ve been sick for a minute… like since Thanksgiving. It has gotten better but now it has gotten bad again. I’m coughing, my throat is sore, sneezing until my head feels like it will explode, and the mouth ulcers are killing me. I don’t know if you have ever had any but they are an eleven on the pain scale. It’s almost as bad a stubbing your toe on the bed frame. My health is suffering so it makes my mind suffer too. (Plus, I read Garden of Shadows by V. C. Andrews and it’s a dark book.)

Today has been an excruciating day. It has been long and gray outside. Did I mention I’m sick? My office is full of windows (like two entire walls) so whatever weather is going on intrudes on my moods. Heaven help me.

Yancey-Dear-Husband decided he would come see me at lunch after running some errands. I take lunch at noon… he wasn’t here… he was sitting at the Apple Store waiting. So I asked my coworker to take her lunch early so I could have lunch with him. This would give him an extra 30 minutes. No problem. Except he was still sitting there at 1:00 p.m. He finally rolled in at 1:20 to see me. I had 10 minutes left and he rushed in and then was immediately ready to leave. I’m apparently not fun enough to sit with for 10 minutes and talk. Yes, my feelings are hurt bad. I would have set another appointment and come back later to the super slow Apple Store. I wasn’t worth a lunch or even a measly 10 minutes. Fine. <STOMP>

Aaaannnndddd Christmas is here. How many presents have I bought? ZERO. Nada. Zilch. The hubby has apparently bought many but I haven’t even started. Pretty sure that I may just hibernate and beg off Christmas altogether or maybe I’ll die. This has been one of the worst years for the holidays that I have ever had. I am the female Grinch. So that makes me even worse because not only am I fat and ugly I have a vagina that tells me to create havoc in horrible ways. Ways that will have me expelled from family get-togethers and banned from department stores. Plus, I’m sick, and that makes me not care. I want to lay in bed and sip chicken broth and read then nap.

If I manage to make the drive home I’m going to go to bed and stay for days. Don’t bug the Grinchette or she may bite. Let her cry in her hole with her chicken broth, coffee and books.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone is one of my all time favorites!

“4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one. 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me. I can’t cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing. I’m booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.” — The Grinch 

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