We may not be celebrating in grand style on our first Valentine's Day as a married couple because he has two classes tonight and I've got at least three hours of tutoring after a full day of work. But at least we exchanged cards this morning. And I made dinner and breakfast in bed yesterday. Crepes are much easier than I thought they would be.
This being sick thing is a total drag. First, I get a sinus infection that's so bad I actually miss work, go to the doctor, and take antibiotics. I hadn't taken antibiotics since the '90s. Then, Nate's mom has a cold on Thanksgiving that we both pick up. On Friday night/Saturday morning, I had a stabbing pain in my throat, but I thought I'd irritated it screaming at the Weezer concert. And maybe I did, but it was more than that.|
I took some cough drops along with me to campus for game day, but the beer really helped. At least it took my mind off things. Then it proceeded to pour down rain during the entire second half of the game. I'm sure that didn't help things either.
Sunday morning, we both woke up with worse throats and congestion. Whatever hangover I may have had was completely masked by the cold symptoms. Unfortunately, we were totally out of clothes (down to just strapless bras), so I sucked it up and took the clothes to the laundromat. During the wash cycle, I ran down to the CVS to get Kleenex with lotion, more Sudafed, Nyquil that wasn't expired, more cough drops, and chicken noodle soup.
Monday morning, the congestion and sinus pressure had appeared. My boss said I looked like I needed to be at home but I didn't feel that awful with all the Sudafed coursing through my veins. Unfortunately, I always seem to decompensate at the evening progresses. My nose turned into a faucet and I felt quite sorry for the tutoring students that had to watch me blow my nose every two minutes.
I knew it was going to start hurting from all the Kleenex so I hit CVS once more to pick up A&D Ointment. I also went there on the way to work Monday morning to buy even more Sudafed and Kleenex. We are definitely keeping them in business.
This morning, I felt great. It was hard to get out of bed but the shower seemed to do the trick. Very little sinus pressure and I was no longer dripping mucus. But of course, that's when the cough kicks in. Fortunately, only my co-workers called me all day because talking seems to exacerbate it. I'm already segregated from them since my cubicle is in the very back of the office, so no one seemed to mind that I was hacking my lungs up once more.
So here I am, waiting for the cough medicine to kick in, so I can finally go to sleep. Luckily, I had Mucinex and Robitussin with codeine left over from the sinus infection. At this rate, I'm thinking no more cold by Thursday. Hopefully. Because I am really freakin' tired of being sick. The cat won't even let me pick him up because my hacking scares him away.
It's been a big year and I certainly haven't talked about it much. I've realized that I'm much more natural with Twitter than LJ. But for posterity, let's just say it was a good year. I have just two classes left till I'm an MS and just five months till I'm an MRS. I got furloughed on Fridays, I picked up a third job, people got laid off, I'm back working Fridays, and the third job is gone. We moved to the RB, we got a kitty, and the kitty grew up, sorta. The SO got laid off and decided to pursue his new career dreams at a Cal State where the tuition bounced up 20% after he applied. OK, that's enough.|
No, wait, I also got a Weezer snuggie.
If three people review a report, you will three distinct sets of comments. Everyone wants something different. Per my annual review, I need to be better at accepting that people don't always want what they ask for. Maybe I should just be happy that I have something to do today.|
Tomorrow I have training for my new third job. I hope I'm good at it.
I'm a little worried about the kitten today. Yesterday, we bought him his first collar because he had actually tried to escape for the first time on Saturday. Of course, he didn't get farther than one step down, but we were still a little worried. We bought him a safety collar and a tag with his name and our phone numbers.|
At first he didn't seem to mind the collar much, but he got very clingy and stayed that way throughout the day. He wouldn't leave our side or our laps when we allowed it. We finally figured out he was trying not to move too much because it jostled the bell on the collar. We took the bell off last night, but he still didn't seem very interested in playing. Plus, last night and this morning he didn't want to leave the bed. He spent all night nestled under the comforter at the foot of the bed. It's like the collar made him feel unsafe and he needed to be closely ensconced to feel better.
I hope he's loosened up a little today.
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So, the stupid economy is messing with my head. We've got rumors flying around that our hours are going to be cut at work, but they haven't come out and made an official statement about it. But in the meantime, I talked to my manager and she recommended that I volunteer for more tutoring hours to make up the difference that might come around.|
So now I've totally overreacted and started applying at other tutoring companies too. I used to tutor at a student's home but I managed to stop that because the pay wasn't worth the uncompensated drivetime and gas. Plus, working on the weekends blows. But now I'm paranoid. I applied with five different companies this morning. Maybe it won't be such a bad thing to get a little extra pay for awhile. My classes are pretty easy right now and I could always use the money to beef up my emergency fund and pay down my car. I'm definitely going to be putting a lot more of my pay in my emergency fund for a couple months anyway, since it was practically non-existent before my federal tax refund arrived.
Argh, this not knowing what's going to happen is driving me crazy.
|» end of a decade|
Do I need to make some sort of obligatory 30th birthday post? (Was there a redundancy in that question?)|
It's hard to believe that my 20s have spanned from the Sun Bowl to today. That's an awfully long time and many, many thing have happened in those ten years.
Let's just drop the introspection and move on to the next phase. Maybe I haven't hit every milestone I planned for age 30, but I'm happy and healthy and I like my hair. Isn't that enough?
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I sent my Christmas Cards earlier this week and I'm slowly getting some back as well. I'm sure most people don't have my Inglewood address so they'll all have to go through the forwarding process to show up in my mailbox.|
I received one last night from my little sister from Illinois. She wrote a nice long letter but primarily because she's on bedrest. It made me a little sad that I didn't write longer notes in the cards I sent. And I'm sad that I've fallen out of contact with so many of my college and high school friends. Facebook has helped a bit with that, since I can at least read updates and wall-to-wall communications between friends that still live near each other.
Maybe I just need to suck it up and realize that I can't be really close with people that live more than 100 miles away. Even the Northern California friends are disappearing from my consciousness and vice versa. One of my closest USC friends had a baby in September but she has never once contacted me to let me know. If something big like that happened in my life, would I shout it around the country or keep it to myself? All the people I see week in and week out would know, but would I need to tell everyone else? Where do you draw the line?
This communication thing is such a conundrum.
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It feels really good to have voted and picked up my sticker. All of my co-workers managed to get in and out in under 15 minutes but it took me nearly two hours. I'm sure there are plenty of reasons why but I've never waited that long to vote before. I was there before the polls even opened, but there were already 50 to 100 people in line. (My crowd estimation skills are poor.)|
Then, of course, there was a massive accident on the 91 which made it even more difficult to get to work, but I finally made it. I've got my Obama cup of coffee from 7-11 and I'm happy to work hard for the next seven hours before we get to find out anything.
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My BMI (calculated with four caliper measurements) is still "very poor." I guess Weight Watchers isn't enough because she wants to start evaluating my nutrition too. I lost three pounds in the last three weeks, but that "very poor" makes me sad. I didn't know that I was carrying so much fat. She admits that I'm "thin" but I'm at risk for high cholesterol and diabetes. I'm so "very poor" that my BMI doesn't even register on the chart. That's pretty bad.|