It’s like realizing I have allergies and not colds so much means I’m even more miserable, because apparently my allergies start out like a cold then aggravate my asthma and then I’m just even worse unless I do something right away to stop it.
The past week and a half has been utterly miserable and the doctor told me to eat honey to soothe my sore throat because I don’t have strep. Oh and your ears are kinda swollen inside. So I’ve been dosing myself with a combo of home remedies and what my actual doctor told me to do and now I feel much better today but I suspect it’s more about the rain damping it down instead of things settling down.
Alas, the little terrorists are residing in a 50 metre railroad right of way. The trains could take them out, but some idiot developer built a condo a little too close to the tracks a mile south of here, right before the bakery that would dearly love to get a train in for deliveries. Only bright side is the smell is probably pushing the homeless who live under the overpass to move.
Quit telling me anecdotes about how great chiropractic and acupuncture and all sorts of alt-med therapies are. Find me some decent studies and literature demonstrating some statistically significant positive effect, please.
It’s not too surprising, I guess - bears are more complicated than we realize.
I also didn’t realize that bunnies and dogs try to hump everything!
Hey, lady with the baby in a carriage, there is a whole, large empty breakfast area to sit in at this hotel - did you really need to sit at the table right next to ours, with your baby parked about a foot behind my chair? Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people?
I went to the gynecologist this morning for follow up on a recurrent issue, and she’s referred me to a pelvic surgeon for “definitive treatment” of the issue. This is, of course, a medical euphemism for having your cooch flayed open with a knife and then sewn up with a line of sutures that will burn with the fire of a thousand suns when you unavoidably pee on them several times a day.
DO NOT WANT.
I know it’s necessary and will end this recurrent pain I’ve had for a while. But they can’t get me in for a consult for three weeks, during which time I have to live with the pain which has recurred pretty strongly this time around.
Being pelted by a lot of small tomatoes this week. Start with that pain in my stomach - peptic ulcer. Hurray. Two Board meetings. Letter at work tells me the workers comp auditor is coming in to look at my books next Monday, which is incidentally the same day the annual outside audit of the opera and foundation books begins. Truck - which I must have this weekend - is hit in a parking lot, sustaining its first damage in the 10 years of its life. And this morning, my oldest cat took a sudden turn for bad. Not totally unexpected as he is 21 years old with dickey kidneys, but not really the extra emotional hit I needed. I don’t know if he will last the weekend.
Oh, and of course this is the week my husband is working out of town, so not even any shoulder to get weepy on. Guess I have to suck up the little stuff and get on with it, but nobody had better be expecting me to clean house this weekend.
Took yesterday off due to depression about the family issues (see previous post) and posted on FB saying as much, no details. The offending sister sends me a PM asking “what happened?” :rolleyes: I did not respond.
Then had my lower back start twinging on me, which is sending random pains everywhere else in my body. I know it’s related to stress over that issue. Sleep is lovely when you wake up to move, it hurts to move and other positions (than the one you were in) hurt. Good thing I still had 13 of the 30 Flexerill from last spring’s back issues. On half of one right now, and at work. We’ll see about tomorrow.
Okay. The next guy who calls me “sir” is getting called “ma’am” by me (or the French equivalent.)
I realize I haven’t ranted much this month (that’s not in itself a rant, but just an observation.) Either I’m becoming less whiny or this month must be going pretty well for me.
I have a fever, body aches, chills, a runny nose and a sore throat. I would like to explain to my body that when I feed it homemade chicken soup, freshly picked apples and ripe tomatoes, it is not supposed to get sick.
Mrs. Cake, so sorry about your week and especially the kitty. I wish you didn’t have to cope with all this with no shoulder to cry on but please feel free to come here to vent and collect {hugs}.
It’s probably worth noting that allergens often require a period of sensitization before they will begin triggering an allergic response. And the process is not necessarily predictable wrt time, concentration of potential allergen in the environment, or severity of response.
I think that when people do that (sit close to another person when there’s lots of room) it’s because of basic insecurity. They figure that there must be a reason you chose to sit where you are, that somehow that area is ‘better’ for whatever unknown-to-them reason, and so they’ll follow your lead.
Once, at a convention, I was looking to have a quiet breakfast and read the paper. I was the first person in the dining room, and sat down way off to one side. Then I looked up, and say another woman coming into the room, heading my way. So I picked up my paper and walked over toward the other side of the room (my order hadn’t been taken yet, so it wasn’t a problem) and I swear the other woman watched me moving, and veered at a right angle to follow me to that side as well.
And, no, it wasn’t that she knew me, or wanted to sit with me, since she settle down at a near by table instead of asking to join me. As soon as she sat down, I picked up my paper and went back to the first table … and the other woman gave me this angry look as I went, but this time she didn’t follow.
