Blah blah still sick, but Thursday now.

This would be my second day home from work, and I am kind of expecting tomorrow to be my third, unless I wake up feeling an awful lot better. It's making me cringe a little, though, because this happens to be a long-day week, so I'm using 8.75 hours of leave per day, and I won't have much sick time left. But..there is really no help for it because I have been knocked flat on my rear by whatever this thing I have is. I would have been crying on my desk by 8:15 if I'd tried to go in. I haven't even felt up to tatting or knitting while staring mindlessly at the television. I don't do that all that often.. my hands like to be busy. Another sign that I am much sicker than I normally get is that I am totally uninterested in food. The thought of it makes me queasy. Not much gets between me and my food, let me tell you. Ten bucks says I won't actually lose any weight, though.

I would just like to take this time to say that M has been a prince. He stopped to pick up my medicine last night, and brought me flowers. And then he ran out to buy Gatorade, which has been a total lifesaver because I was dehydrated but unable to drink water because it made me queasy. He has been the soul of sympathy, even if he laughed at me a little bit for perhaps being a touch incoherent in recent journal entries. He's mean but I love him. :) And he made me cheesy fries for dinner and manfully ate the portion I couldn't force down. And he puts forehead kisses on me with a flagrant disregard for his own well-being. I am a very lucky girl.

Just now, I woke up from an accidental nap on the couch and I think that I should have stayed asleep, for all the brain power I have. I am not sure at all that Triaminic is a suitable medication for children.. it sure has knocked me out and given me that floaty feeling. But then, I'm pretty susceptible to cold medication. They gave me codeine one Christmas when I was very little and I went totally bonkers, trying to climb the walls and bounce on the furniture and running in circles, and all of this at my grandparents house, who would never allow us to do stuff like that.

Great Big Attempt To Write About Something Other Than The Demons Inside Me:

Am I the only one who, even though I am in love with all things FoodTV, cannot for the life of me tell Bobby Flay and Tyler Florence apart? I can keep them apart as entities.. I mean, I know that Bobby Flay is the one that jumped up on the cutting board during Iron Chef, and is one of the Iron Chefs for Iron Chef America, and lots of people seem to really hate him (including M) but I don't have a problem with him. But when I look at them on television, I can never tell which one is on the screen unless I happy to recognize the format of the show.

Also, where is carrieb? I am worried about her, as it is very unusual for her to go this long without posting.

And, my grandmother will be in the hospital through Monday, unless something changes. There was something said about a nursing home, and something else about my grandfather getting the house in order (buying beds, etc) to bring her home. I had M call my parents to check on her, but then I ended up calling them back because they were at Ponderosa having a surprise birthday party for my niece, who turned 10 today. Yikes. 10. I didn't really feel like talking, that's why I had M call, but then I remembered the birthday party and needed to call Miss Whitley to tell her happy birthday. It was kind of loud, though, so while I talked to both of my parents, I didn't get the full story.

Thank you to everyone who commented with hopes that I feel better, etc. I have not felt smart enough to write comments, much. But I appreciate it. You all are the bestest. After M. Because he gave me a barely-there foot rub when he got home from work, and you didn't. But other than that, the bestest.