Feeling better; sort of.

Hello. I'm feeling better; sort of.

Geez, I dunno what happened to me this week. I worked less hours, to find that I was so tired. My sinuses were going insane. I kept getting hot and cold flashes. I was getting headaches left and right. I was snippy and irritable. True craziness!!!! The climax was Friday. I think when I got home, I collapsed. I put on Chronicles of Riddick, which is the best thing to see when passing out I think, ( I will marry Vin Diesel one day!!!), and I woke up it was Saturday afternoon. I go for a ride with Hubby, pass out again, and it's Sunday evening. Whoa, being sick is like a time eater isn't it? I was so weak over the last couple of days. I felt like shit. I feel somewhat better now. I got my appetite back. Okay, going to Denny's is not the best idea after barely eating over a couple of days, but the fruit mixed drinks does quench the thirst.

So now that I'm in touch with reality, some things I just need to get out in the open so my inner demon will be appeased. I understand that nobody likes housework. Cleaning is just a pain. Got it. But when collapsing on Friday and seeing the kitchen in complete disarray, the laundry needing some attention, cats needing to be feed, vacuuming and moping desperately needed, come on. Is it too much to ask Hubby to realize I'm sick and can't get to it. Obviously the whole week I was having issues and it could easily be seen that I needed some help. Guess what I just finished doing. Vacuuming and moping the kitchen floor. Starting a load of dishes in the dish washer, and being so pissed that he managed to do nothing while I was sick, I almost vomited. He didn't even accomplish the work he needed to do over the weekend he was apparently so traumatized over hell freezing over and me getting sick, he just laid in bed with me the entire weekend. What the Fuck!!!!!!!!! So here I am this evening, half out of it, trying to make up for the week I didn't clean.

Somebody please tell me why I got married? I often have this thought: If I had of stayed single, where would I be now? Would I be happier? Would I be richer or poorer? Would I had made it to Prague? I don't think I would have my cats, so that would have sucked. Maybe I finally would have had awesome unspeakable sex with a rich European. Mayhaps. Instead, I'm here in New England, without a pot to piss in, watching all my dreams fade away, and no one to mourn me except my cats. Which deity did I piss off?

So the grind begins again. I apologize for a Sunday entry. I don't like to do much on Sundays, being it's the day of rest in the Christian faith. I'm feeling better and I was hearing voices in my head telling me to release the pressure valve so here I am. I wonder what this week will provide me for blogging entries? Hmph.

Awww. My pretty white kitty has a new boo-boo. Looks like she still has a claw embedded in side the cut. So let me get the first aid kit for her. (5 minutes later) So I removed the claw, stopped the bleeding, and applied Triple Antibiotic Ointment plus with pain relief. Yes, not only will Neosporin work for you it will also work for your furry friends too.

So I guess I will end this. I'm dragging with nothing worth while to say. I have some trivia from work I'm trying to solve. If you can figure it out:

What 1 syllable three letter word becomes a 3 syllable word when an extra letter is added to it?

Don't let your throat tighten
with fear. Take sips of breath
all day and night, before death
closes your mouth.

--Don't Let Your Throat Tighten
(January 7 entry from "Year with Rumi")

Yokai Kifujin