Monday, November 26, 2007

Food poisoning vs. stomach virus

How can you tell the difference? The eternal optimist that lives inside me always hopes for food poisoning. After all, fp is not contagious unless everyone else has eaten the same thing. Which in our house is almost a statistical impossibility. So at least one of us should remain well. However, because I can't really tell the difference, I spend my time Lysoling and Cloroxing and sending people to the "other" bathroom because no one wants to take any chances. Unless of course, I am the afflicted one. Then it's pretty much take your chances. Because I am too sick to Clorox and Lysol. Anyway, it must have become apparent that we have been "visited" by something this weekend. The verdict is still out, but as always, I am leaning toward the ever popular food poisoning. (knock on wood, only one victim so far!)

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

It's nice to know I'm not crazy

Or at least very crazy. Finally, after all these years, a diagnosis. Of course, it took surgery to get here. But at least they can't keep saying, "I don't know what's wrong." And I now know it wasn't all in my head. But enough about my imaginary friends.

Thanksgiving. I love the holiday season. Or some parts of it anyway. Sometimes my job doesn't allow me to enjoy the season the way I should. But I am a nostalgic sort so I like the warm fuzzy feeling Christmas and Thanksgiving give me. Of course, in my head, everything is candle lit with soft lights and wonderful smells and its always evening and the weather is crisp outside with just a touch of snow. And it should always be that way. Curled up on the sofa with a good Christmas book, looking at the tree lights, (although I don't know how you can read in the glow of tree lights but this is my head, my fantasy).

Anyway, my mother in law is cooking lunch tomorrow and from past experiences, I know it will be fantastic. Then Josh is cooking for my parents. So it will be good stuff too. I will be sitting in my chair. Resting. Being good. Trying to get strong again. And so it goes. Happy Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Working my way back to normal

Whatever normal is. And that's assuming I was normal to begin with. Anyway, tomorrow is a post-op follow up with lab work to see if I have regained any ground from the internal bleeding. I am sure that I have because I feel better than I did last week. Today had a slight set back but I think that comes from not knowing when to cry uncle. So here's hoping I have enough energy to be driven to the doctor's office. And here's to my first outdoor trip in a week and a half!

Monday, November 5, 2007

I'd rather had a Big Mac

But I didn't. Not that what I had was much healthier. A bagel with cream cheese. But still, it was no Big Mac. My only excuse was that it was too close too noon and there are so many crazy people in the drive thru at that time. And I hate to wait. So I drove home and ripped into the fresh bagel bag. Pretending that it was a Big Mac. And some salty fries.

My brain has been full of many things. Random things. Such as remembering how Jonathan didn't call Jessi by her name for the first four years of his life. She was "sister." Which was cute. Until he started school and no one knew who sister was. But it was still cute. Now I'm happy when they exchange a civil word or two between them. Oh, I guess it's not so bad at the moment. Something about one of them heading off for college seems to settle down their relationship. Maybe it's because Jessi realizes that there's a whole lot more to the world than just the walls of her home and school. And for Jonathan life is still pretty uncomplicated. Centering around friends, phones, computers, grades (not really, just wishful thinking from a mom) games, girls (did we say girls and uncomplicated in the same sentence?) and so forth. And somehow the thought isn't so random any more.

I've spent the day running errands (read that to mean getting my nails done...among other things). Of course, house errands tend to multiply when you're not watching them too. But we are counting down days til surgery so I think it's probably going to get a little bit hectic around here. I have a list a mile long. I wonder how much I will get done. Probably not much if I continue to sit here at the computer and cultivate mind wandering. Too bad. I should have had a Big Mac.