Take Benadryl for the wasp sting, shortdrum. And ice it. And kill those mofo wasps.
Irk is making me crazy. I want to stab someone in the forehead with a butter knife.
Laundry is done and put away and the clothesline is stowed as well. Dishes are done. **FCD **is home. I’m trying to decide whether to make something supper-like or just go out to eat. Decisions, decisions…
Go out. See? Decision made. Wasn’t that easy-peasy? 
I woke up at 4 a.m. with an upset stomach. Said upset has persisted all day. I’ve just downed my second dose of Pepto today (first was at 6:30) and I’m hoping that takes care of it.
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Taters, you were right. We did go out, and it was good. Now we’re home and I’m going to assume the knit position. Lawn mowing tomorrow, vegging tonight! 
What started as merely a dry throat Wednesday morning turned into a definite “uh-oh, I getting a cold” tickle by afternoon. So I dosed up on zinc and vitamin C that afternoon and the next morning. Really strange- I went to work Thursday morning but after only an hour decided I was too feverish to work. I came home and spent most of the day in bed; but by evening was feeling much better. Today, still a bit under the weather but only very mild symptoms. It’s like Thursday my immune system declared martial law, issued machine guns to all the police, and shot anyone breaking curfew, and now things have quieted down. This is the most atypical cold I can remember; I’ve definitely become a believer in zinc and C.
After 9am meeting, next task was…lunch. Got the email/file I was waiting on from said 9am meeting about 4pm. Then boss comes over at almost quittin’ time, “Here, I need you to do this…today”
Really? I sat on my thumbs for about 5½hrs today (only cause I’m not counting group lunch out) & now you want me to stay late??? grumble, grumble, grumble
TGIW*!
I live 7½ miles from irk orifice, but since it was bike to work day, my ‘commute’ was over 30 miles, but only because I took the very scenic route (like turning North out of the driveway, when I live to the South). Saved gas & got a good ride in all at the same time.
- Weekend
No worries about me working in the nude. The home office is in the front of the house, so the neighbors might get unruly.
Although, there have been times that when shaken out of bed at Oh-Fuck-Now-What-Thirty AM, I’ve handled emergency support calls in the buff with the curtains closed. All the caller cares about is that I can remote into their server and give it a kick.
In better news, DH found a job.
So the move job that was only supposed to take 3-4 hours actually took 7. Apparently, no one actually talked to a person who, I don’t know, worked at the site. Still have to be at the new site at OMG early in the morning for set up. This new location, though, is actually suited for an IT company, so there might actually be enough ports and power outlets for everyone.
Also, I got swag. Always a good thing.
Well, we’re home from the hospital. Actually, we’ve been home for a few hours. Oh, you want to know why we were there?
Hubby was to work on Thursday. Wednesday night he decided to surprise me with KFC for dinner. He got the whole meal with 4 sides. I don’t eat their awful corn-on-the-cob, but he loves it. Well, loved it. We ate a little later than usual, about 8:30 PM.
Thursday morning I’m up at 4:30 AM to get him off to work. He was fine. A little tired, but fine. At 11:00AM, he called to say he didn’t feel good, that his stomach had been hurting sincew 8:30 AM. Hummm, 12 hours after eating. He called back 15 minutes later to say he was on his way home.
20 minutes after that he called from the road, retching and vomiting. I told him to go straight to urgent care. I met him just in time for him to follow him to his room.
They gave him 4 liters of fluid in the first couple hours. He continued to throw up (All over me, at one point.) Then, the other end started. The nurse was afraid to get close to the bed.
He spiked a fever to 102°F. They thought it might be a bowel obstruction.
Nope. It was the nasty corn.
We got home and I put him to bed. He still can’t eat. He can’t hear the word corn without cringing.
It’s been a long day and a half. I’m going to bed.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 61 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 86 for the day. I’m thinkin’ some pool time this afternoon even though the water is a little coolish. I feel the need to float and drink beerverages. Perhaps I shall mow da yahd this mornin’ so I consider pool time a reward. Or not. One never knows with me. That’s why da bear is such an enigma.
picu :eek: Glad hubby is feelin’ better though. A sure test of love is not bein’ upset if you get puked on. Thus, hubby should know you really, really, really lurve him.
I was AWOL yestiddy but y’all know that. I did take off irk early and so did OYKW just cause. We spent the afternoon well… ummmm… fill in the blanks and even went to bed around eight last night. He’s still snoozin’ away but after about nine and a half hours sleep I’m up wide awake. 'Twas nice.
I shall get some more caffiene and rumbly tummy is remindin’ me that there’s canteloupe to be eaten and it wants some NOW!
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
It just occured to me I have been remiss. :eek:
<ahem> clearing throat <ahem>
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEEAAARR TTTAAATTTEEERRRSSS!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!
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Up, caffeinated, off to irk.
picu, :eek: Glad hubby is a little better.
Happy Birthday Taters!!!
swampy, my “just friend”
has 3 grandkidlet under 3, so I might be testing your theory at some point.
Happy Taters Day!!!
Happy Birthday to TATERS!!!
Aw, thanks guys for the birthday wishes.
Today will be busy, yet here I am up early again.
Happy TATERS DAY!
Happy Taters Day!
picu - yucky! But at least he is on the mend. I ended up in hospital for a week in Libya a couple of years ago for the same thing - they couldn’t keep the fluid going into me fast enough. : barfing smiley :
Today is Saturday - Yay! Plans for the weekend are to clean as we have been remiss in housework duties for several weeks so we are living in a pigsty. Oh and I have a pedicure at 4PM today and we might go see the Avengers tonight or tomorrow.
Right time to make the kitchen sanitary again!
No pool here, so I can’t be terribly enigmatic after mowing the yard, which I need to do now. I’ll just be icky and dirty and covered in bits of grass and pollen. Pollen in fur is ICK! At least I planned ahead and took an antihistamine with breakfast.
DH had to go pee in a cup yesterday for the new job. Zero tolerance is fine, to a point, but really now - how do you know the office manager doesn’t burn one every night to help manage their glaucoma? But it’s OK if you knock back a fifth of bourbon every day. I just wonder if they do random spot checks on their delivery guys. Some of those guys are pretty skeevy looking.
Regardless, it was a case of being in the right pace at the right time. We were buying a kitchen table when he overheard the store manager say something like “I need to get someone in here to run the office.” 
Happy TatersDay!!!
**gotti **- yay for DH - what’s the new job?
**picu **- yoiks! Hope your poor sweetie recovers OK.
I’m here late but not due to sluggage. We did sleep in until 8 - it was glorious! - and after a quick breakfast, I hit the slopes - with the lawnmower. **FCD **had to build a crate for the fixture he’s picking up in Johnstown and taking to Rochester, so I sent him to his woodshop and I got out the lawnmowers. Push mowing first, because I hate it the most, then a quick ride around on ol’ John Deere - all done in about 2 hours so yay! Now I need a shower, clean clothes, and lunch - probably in that order.
Happy Saturday!!