So Under the Influence of Nyquil (tm)
Friday, Aug. 29, 2008 at 9:42 a.m.
Gah. Hi kids. I’ve been sick all week. It’s the Hubster’s fault, as he originally brought home the newest creeping crud of the school year from work. Not that he works at a school, but most of his co-workers are parents of schoolkids. I don’t know if school started in all y’all’s neck of the woods, as school here starts as early as mid-July for the modified year-round schedule. Most of the kids in my school district started in mid-August, in an effort to get kids into air-conditioning during the hottest parts of the year. Most of the school buses around here have a/c too, can you dig that? The a/c on my cheese wagon in Florida was the open window.
So anyway, I’ve been home from work since Monday, gobbing up phlegm and running low’grade fevers and being generally bored. As well as eating my way through a barrel of comfort food; yet I lost weight at the weigh-in last night.
I have officially lost 42.8 pounds. Holy Shit.
I would feel more elated about it if a) my butt wasn’t dragging so low I wasn’t wiping out my own footprints, and b) I could see a difference when I see pictures of myself. Because I can’t. I don’t. Especially when I see myself from the shoulders up and I see that I don’t have a neck anymore. What the hell happened? I have a potato head sitting on an inner tube. Gah.
Forgive my grumpiness.
Anyway, I got some good news from the ‘rents, as it seems that my father’s latest CAT scan regarding his colon cancer shows no abnormalities. So currently we think that the radiation worked and Dad doesn’t have to go through that for a while at least. He did have his big toe removed, and I don’t know if I mentioned that. This last surgery has really messed up his head, and Mom’s being more active about getting him psychiatric help and getting in home health care. I don’t understand why it takes such a crisis to get her moving. But if it gets her moving, then all the better. However, right now they’re in the path of another hurricane, so please send them good thoughts for good weather.
So I’ve been feverish and knitting. Or feverishly knitting. Whatever. I’ve obviously finished the big squid hat (which the lovely poolagirl wants for her Lydia stories, and actually, Poolie, I’m now a little more open to discuss the terms of getting your own hat as opposed to my earlier very very terse terms . . . *grin* although you might want to try again after NANO ’08) and I have some socks on the needles and a large poncho thing which will actually be quite lovely. I still can’t fathom making myself a sweater as I’m still in the I’M STILL FREAKING HUGE phase of the weight loss (that will get better, right?).
Now is not a good time to either get my hair cut or get a tattoo, I know that much.
How about sky-diving?
