No one wants to hear about you being sick. They just don’t, it’s nothing personal, and I totally understand it. One great scapegoat to use is: I didn’t want to call and wake you if you were sleeping. That’s totally the one I would use.
After being cooped up in my house since Sunday a little past midday, without going anywhere other than to walk my dog for a couple hundred yards a few times a day, I think I’ve officially lost my mind. I may not even remember how to start my car, little less make my way out of my neighborhood.
Have you ever been in your house for 4 days without any human contact other than work related phone calls? Let me tell you, it’ll drive you stir crazy. But it won’t drive you to clean your house. Sure, the downstairs is presentable, but if you look carefully, you’ll see that it needs a good vacuuming and the wood floors needs a nice cleaning. Don’t even ask about the upstairs. It’s a disaster. Not so much in terms that it’s gross, but the piles of clean clothes don’t get hung up, the envelopes and left over paperwork from paying bills live here and there. When you feel like crap, you just don’t feel like making things nice. You just don’t.
They’re building two houses on my street. They’re going up remarkably fast. On Tuesday, they put the roof on both homes. If it this week was sunny I would have thought nothing of it, but since I and they and every one in Austin knew big rains were coming as early as Tuesday/Wednesday overnight, I can’t help but think that they may have cut quite a few corners to get the roofs and the protective liner up before the rains to keep the houses dry inside. I bet they did a pretty crappy job, when compared to a 7-day-of-sun week.
Just when I think I’m past my coughing, it reappears. Mostly when I go out to walk my dog. If I just sit silently on my bed working on my laptop, there’s minimal coughing, but out there in the elements, moving forward the coughing is outrageous. So outrageous that my armpits tickle from the coughing. Yes, my armpits tickle.
Earlier this week, I really upset a friend of mine, and it really made me sad. I could blame it on sick-induced-cooped-up-crazy, but nope, it was me being an idiot. I hope that friend will give me a second chance. Only time will tell.
Why do I even bother buying bananas. I like bananas that are still a little green on the edges and are nice and firm. Once they start to get the brown spots, I’m repulsed. I think I buy them because they’re so darn cheap and I think it’s no big deal if I don’t eat them all if they go beyond my liking (which is like, 1.5 days). I’ve started freezing them per suggestions from two friends. They say I can toss them in my milkshakes still frozen. Problem is, how many bananas can one freeze and not feel like you need to buy a couple of spider monkeys?
When you’re sick, you don’t drink. As much as I know I need to drink, I just can’t bring myself to drink. I think I drank 1 glass of water all day yesterday, and that was at 6pm. That’s right, no water at bfast or with my gigantic bowl of pasta at lunch. However I did have 2 yoghurts for bfast and 4 clementines last night so I guess that will have to do.
This older woman that lives a few houses down from me is crazy. She’s nice and sticks to herself, but every few weeks she adds one more thing that tells me she really is crazy. But a good crazy. Maybe I’ll tell you about her and you can decide.
I used to really like Cheetos, but lately they just don’t do it for me anymore. I still had them as dinner last night. Cheetos and clementines, the healthy and nutritious way to go through life!
My dog is awesome. He’s got his flaws for sure, like, he will attack another dog if he enters his “space”, but he’s still the most awesome dog. One thing I really like about him, is he accepts towels. He knows what a towel will do for him, and as soon as I grab the towel, he stops wiggling and moving around and stands motionless letting me dry him off from the rain that fell on him while walking. I actually think he likes it!
A friend of mine had an accident about a month ago, and went from Intensive care in the hospital, to regular room in the hospital to sent home. But he still can’t eat solid foods. I really feel for him, but I also feel helpless. I don’t know how to show him I care other than to tell him I feel for him.
I could go on and on, but I’ll let you go on with your day now, while I go cough and stare at my pile of clean clothes that could use some attention. Meh… I’ll deal with them tomorrow. Time to eat more yoghurts. Thank buddha I loaded up on groceries last Friday!
