I Suppose I Should Just Sit Here

I think I overdid things on Saturday, so I spent Sunday recuperating.  I was exhausted, sore, and even had a pretty big chip on my shoulder by the end of the day (I know!  Shocking!)  I was slowly but steadily recovering, and the setback just ticked me right off.

I got up this morning after sleeping a bit longer than usual, and still wasn't great.  What the heck?  Fine, I'll take another easy day.  Mom even offered to take me with them to McD's for breakfast (not that I eat breakfast, especially theirs, but she knows I look for chances to get out of the house.)  I turned her down.

I tried to take my daily nap, but after 4 interruptions, I gave up on that pipe dream.  Maybe tomorrow I'll pull my head out and silence my phone and put a DND sign on the door, huh?  I got up and fixed one of the meals provided by my wonderful coworkers (which was easy and amazingly delicious) and then asked Kevin to take me to the store.  I was relatively sure I felt well enough to go.

Wrong.  I did well 3/4 of the way through the trip, and then started fading fast.  I almost felt feverish.  I'm on antibiotic, so I'm sure I'm not, but I was just "off."  Got settled in for the night and decided that I shall not move for at least 2 days.   I'll read, I'll surf, I'll sleep, and I'll twiddle my thumbs, but I'm going to quit jeopardizing my recovery, which is what I was inadvertently doing.

Oh, and I had also planned to be back to work by now, at least part time.  Yeah right.  Satan drain Jaxson is still putting out over 100cc per day.  It's still gotta get under 30.  I can't drive, I can't work, I can even make it to the damn store with a chauffeur without issues.

If you need me, check this recliner.  I'll be here.  Likely pouting.

Today's the Day

I'm showered and ready to go two hours before we need to leave, but I didn't sleep very well anyway, so I figured it best to quit fighting it and just get up.

The girls are going to school, since it'll be after 4 before I'm out of recovery, anyway.  After school, they'll go to Mom and Dad's and the four of them will head up to see me.  The girls are freaked out, but we all are.  Maybe school will be a distraction for them, if nothing else.

We are to be there to check in at 8:30.  I don't want Kevin to have to make a ton of updates, so the plan is for him to tell my Mom, my workmate Michelle, anyone in his family that he feels like calling, and update Facebook.  The Facebook think will cover it pretty well.  Most everyone is on there.  If he writes it on my wall, anyone who hasn't blocked him should be able to see it.

I sure wish I could put on deodorant.