Friday, November 02, 2012
If you get sick enough there is no wondering, like before--is this just a fibro flare...allergies? All doubt is erased.
Monday's scratchy sore throat progressed to Tuesday's "hurts-to-swallow". By Wednesday sleep has become a priceless treasure because the "dare you to lay down" barking cough and endless nose faucet joined the party. Pills, liquids, drops and sprays can but briefly curtail the ferocity of these happily multiplying germs.
Karma knows things are not right with her human vending machine, pooper scooper. This time when I got out my camera while she was sun-dozing by her tipped toybox...
...she pretended not to hear the camera winding to attention...
...but her ears gave her away. She pawed...
...rolled her head...
...and sniffed her assortment of toys and trash. Yes. Just like a toddler--the packaging, netting, paper, and rags are her favorite toys.
Karma felt sorry for me and decided to charm...
...and rub her head against said toys...
...with her prayerful, squirrel feet.
She checks to see if I am smiling.
The only thing I got done all week was back on Monday while I still had just a scratchy throat. The European tablets and paper is sized differently. I needed some wider envelopes...so I cut and folded a few from some pretty 12 X 12 inch paper. That was it for me...and will be for some time, I'm afraid.
Meanwhile...the mystery building progresses. Well, I assume. For all the vehicles, activity and hubbub over there I don't see much change to the naked, unschooled-to-construction eye.
But I did notice they were laying a long yellow something or other over on my side of that road yesterday.
Glad other people are still functional. ;)
Today is the very first National Fountain Pen Day.
It is also Dagan's 38th birthday.
Happy birthday to my miracle boy!!
Words fail me.
As miserable as I am...missing my recliner right now so badly it made me cry because I am so tired and can't sleep lying down...I am thankful that I have electricity and am sick here within my own four walls. Prayers to those on the east coast who are not so fortunate as I.
"I can choose to be grateful when I am criticized, even when my heart still responds in bitterness. I can choose to speak about goodness and beauty, even when my inner eye still looks for someone to accuse or something to call ugly."