My battered elbow

Grateful that:
# no vomiting today
# no ambulance rides today
# no urgent care visits turned into ER trips that last all freaking day
# that I spent today on my couch recovering instead of on a hospital bed by a nurses station cuz the ER was so freaking busy there were no rooms
# that ivybeans is not nearly as sick today, she should be at 95% tomorrow
# that the nurses were nice enough to dull the pain of IV removal by yanking off 99% of my arm hair
# that while I still am sick, I have a dr note for no work till thursday…and I’m using it. Daycare for babysaur tomorrow, and I’m sleeping.
# tomorrow I can eat toast! If I’m brave. Definitely taking a no vomit pill first.
# time to sleep…again. This is probably the most rested I have been in eons. Too bad that super sick energy depletion thing kicks in after an hour or so.

It’s been an eventful weekend. Obviously, I’m still sick, so no posts.
More upon recovery.

One last thing; rereading “the stand”.
Back up to ch 32. It’s different than I remember, 12.5 years ago when I read it.

The wind is howling outside….can hear it whipping around. /creepy.

Sick. Pms: the dread of, it’s approaching in 24hrs or less. Grrrr!!!!! Almost five year old still refusing to sleep at night.

Indeed. We will return to our regularly scheduled happiness postings in a few days. Things are good..I am just sick and cranky.

Texas Roadhouse. Found some Skylanders today. Chilling in my room, music, quiet. It’s rainy and cold out, good day to be in. Now that we hit everywhere anyway on the Skylander hunt…rest. Trying to shake this stupid cold.

I am fighting off random bad memories, remembering the wise words my girl Christine told me: Just open the window on that negativity and let it go. Life is good. Your heart can forgive someone long before your brain can; your brain holds on to stuff longer, in an attempt to protect you.

Most days, I am okay. With divorces and separations everywhere, it is odd to think we made it through. This is not to say that I am 100% over everything, because honestly, I am not. I hate the name Ruby. I have blocked the majority of my memories of my life in Florida, since they involve my ex-best-friend who was never a friend for the most part. I am going to insist, with our tax return, we buy a different bed. New year, new bed. Too many painful memories associated with our old one, which most nights, does not bother me. Tonight it does. I tried to lay down with B, the dog, the Babysaur, and it just wouldn’t work. Either from the nap, the memories, or the restlessness, I can see the bright light from the moon through my window and hear the wind, I want to be out on a beach somewhere, not home–tonight is going to be a late night if not all night. Red Bull and Coffee tomorrow, to hell with looking good. Who am I trying to impress anyway?

…for my mom for Christmas this year.

Yep.

Four hours to go..not much left to do today.

Hiding in my office corner..hoping not one single one of the bosses notices me back here while I very slowly fix and troubleshoot AGAIN why the frickin’ HP LAPTOPS IN HERE DON’T GET WIRELESS! Why?! WHY!?!

Pieces of crap!

/tech rant over.

I must be better by tomorrow..OR ELSE. dammit. I have things I want to do this weekend..although sleeping and cuddling in my damn bed definitely rank high on the list. What is everyone else up to?

I am thankful for my comfortable couch, cozy little shoebox, and cuddly puggle.

Serious face! One of the ONLY styles that looks good with this haircut.