Fallen At The First Hurdle
Mar. 15th, 2013 08:19 amSo much for my SED. The last couple of days has been spent in a miasma of haze, work and stomach bug. I am struggling to come to grips with my new specs, and I think it means several sessions with the optometrist for adjustments. The way they fit now, I can see beautifully if I lift them up and peer through the bottom. If I wear them naturally, I have to raise my head to the ceiling and look so far down that my eyes cross. And the long vision isn't great, either. It's a tough adjustment, and I didn't realise just how frustrated I am with it. It didn't help that the first words out of his mouth were, "And why haven't you had Lasik - do you just not want it?"
I replied, "I'd kill for laser surgery - are you buying?" Funnily enough, he wasn't.
Then the Hubs and I get the week from hell - I have 52 hours of scheduled projects, he has 30-something. We are both supposed to average 25-28 hours per week. But we think, hey, it's the money, and soon they'll be taking a couple of stores away, so yay for a little breathing room, and then we stop at a local KFC buffet for a bite to eat.
During the next hour, my stomach feels like it's got barbed wire in it, but I soldier on, not wanting to cause a fuss, till I see the Hub's pale face, and he says, "I don't feel well at all. My stomach is killing me." Cue a very unpleasant two days.
We think it was either the cream corn or the chicken. Either way, he had more than I did, and he's pretty much signed the lease and has moved his music magazine collection into the loo, where he's set up residence and isn't particularly impressed by the view. Mine has pretty much run its course, but I'm now left with that wonderful feeling of sluggish lethargy and general queasiness that is the hallmark of minor food poisoning.
And we've missed two days of work, and have to try to cram it all in tomorrow. Saturday. At seven different Wal-marts.
I'm really looking for this hellish, hellish, week to be over. I think it's all boiled down to a good, old-fashioned case of feeling good and sorry for myself.
There has been an upside, though. I dragged myself into the sewing room and finished my steampunk collar. It weighs a ton. Pics later, I promise. Now I just have to finish the skirt and the hats and I'll be in good shape.
I replied, "I'd kill for laser surgery - are you buying?" Funnily enough, he wasn't.
Then the Hubs and I get the week from hell - I have 52 hours of scheduled projects, he has 30-something. We are both supposed to average 25-28 hours per week. But we think, hey, it's the money, and soon they'll be taking a couple of stores away, so yay for a little breathing room, and then we stop at a local KFC buffet for a bite to eat.
During the next hour, my stomach feels like it's got barbed wire in it, but I soldier on, not wanting to cause a fuss, till I see the Hub's pale face, and he says, "I don't feel well at all. My stomach is killing me." Cue a very unpleasant two days.
We think it was either the cream corn or the chicken. Either way, he had more than I did, and he's pretty much signed the lease and has moved his music magazine collection into the loo, where he's set up residence and isn't particularly impressed by the view. Mine has pretty much run its course, but I'm now left with that wonderful feeling of sluggish lethargy and general queasiness that is the hallmark of minor food poisoning.
And we've missed two days of work, and have to try to cram it all in tomorrow. Saturday. At seven different Wal-marts.
I'm really looking for this hellish, hellish, week to be over. I think it's all boiled down to a good, old-fashioned case of feeling good and sorry for myself.
There has been an upside, though. I dragged myself into the sewing room and finished my steampunk collar. It weighs a ton. Pics later, I promise. Now I just have to finish the skirt and the hats and I'll be in good shape.
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Date: 2013-03-15 12:48 pm (UTC)There is a three-day, fever-inducing stomach flu going around here. Since it is sort of a mini-epidemic in town I will assume that it is going on all over the US (and from my facebook page it looks like it) So when you're in the store I suggest you bring your purell with you because of your compromised immune system. Help prevent you from going to round 2 of the nausea olympics.
feel better soon!
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Date: 2013-03-15 12:50 pm (UTC)That sounds grim.
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Date: 2013-03-15 01:20 pm (UTC)I know things will look brighter when you feel better and this load of work isn't hanging over your head.
YAY for your collar!! I KNEW you could do it!!! :)
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Date: 2013-03-15 01:33 pm (UTC)I hope this week goes by quickly and painlessly and you move on to better things. feel better, love! *Hugs*
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Date: 2013-03-15 08:33 pm (UTC)I hope you feel better soon. Having to work all those hours with a stomach bug on top of it sounds really, really yucky.
*hugs*
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