@wheeeeeEEEEEEE!!!!
Jun. 16th, 2004 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaWell. Given that I'm out of decongestant, cigarette, cough drops, ginger ale... have had precious little sleep... I should be about the nastiest, crankiest, and most evil human being in existence. *checks* Nope. And I still even have a pulse! Um... woo? :p And what little sleep I got was positively delightful. But that's not important right now...
If today's a 'normal' day for Megan, she'll be home in the next hour. Hopefully she'll remember to pick up decongestant and cough drops. But if she forgets, I'm not hacking up a lung every ten minutes and my vision's stable, so I could manage going to the store myself. My 'big' worry of the moment? Shaving. Fortunately my hands are considerably more steady than yesterday; I was looking like a cerebral palsy sufferer for a while, to the point of spilling my tea everywhere. *chuckles faintly* Thank God for straws, you know?
*blows kisses (carefully disinfected) to dolls, bunnies, puppies, diddles, and bears*
Wow. That's a lot of pucker. And I'm not going to go any further with that wordplay. Nopenopenope. I'm doing my very best to be good today. Though it is really odd to be so congested that my ears whistle when I breath, have only the roughest of voice (and very nearly no volume)... and still be bouncy and perky. Very odd. Pleasant, though. Infectious on a completely different level.
Yes, I know I'm babbling. *smooch* Yesterday's mail included a packet from PrecisionDiscounts... one of the many Medicare associated prescription plans. I'd filled out their online form and clicked apply, getting a message that I should have everything in 5 days or less. 8 days later, this packet shows up... and it's not a member card and handbook, it's a sales pitch application to sign up over the phone.
When I've got next to no voice. :p Which puts it off to the side until I can get throat/vocal chords/lungs working in some semblance of proper. Should only take a day or so; Megan had this and it was a four day blaster, so I'm hoping for similar. That'd put me on the mend tomorrow... and if the bright and sunny mood carries over I'll even be able to make the call. Which would be really spiff, and save a bit on the prescriptionn costs.
*bouncebouncebounce* I got told about an hour ago that I was acting like a ferret on speed... which if you think about it is a REALLY scary concept. I went to college with a speed freak; he was a Secondary Education: Special Needs major... which is even more frightening than the jacked ferret. Speed Freak + Down Syndrome Child or Autistic Child or Marginal Function Child = Complete Mayhem. I wonder if the guy's okay, though... I've not seen/heard from him since... May of 1987. *blinks* Hrm. Memory is just a teeensy bit late on that curiosity.
*purrs softly* I have some of the most wonderful friends in existence. After months of pinpoint focused loneliness, I can see over the edges of the box I'm in. There IS life out there, I simply have to figure out a way to get there.
...
Wow. The laundry pile is annexing the hallway. *wozzles* Okay, then. Laundry is minimal impact, so laundry it is. Two loads of blankets, looks like a load or two of sheets, three or four of towels... and then I can get to the clothes.
...We now bring you this important message from our sponsor...
Okay, first load's in and rolling, and I've got a small pile of my stuff that needs to be folded and put away. I gave up on trying to do anything but pile Megan's stuff up, but I can't stand living in rumpled clothes for myself.
And now we return you to your regularly scheduled friends page, already in progress...
If today's a 'normal' day for Megan, she'll be home in the next hour. Hopefully she'll remember to pick up decongestant and cough drops. But if she forgets, I'm not hacking up a lung every ten minutes and my vision's stable, so I could manage going to the store myself. My 'big' worry of the moment? Shaving. Fortunately my hands are considerably more steady than yesterday; I was looking like a cerebral palsy sufferer for a while, to the point of spilling my tea everywhere. *chuckles faintly* Thank God for straws, you know?
*blows kisses (carefully disinfected) to dolls, bunnies, puppies, diddles, and bears*
Wow. That's a lot of pucker. And I'm not going to go any further with that wordplay. Nopenopenope. I'm doing my very best to be good today. Though it is really odd to be so congested that my ears whistle when I breath, have only the roughest of voice (and very nearly no volume)... and still be bouncy and perky. Very odd. Pleasant, though. Infectious on a completely different level.
Yes, I know I'm babbling. *smooch* Yesterday's mail included a packet from PrecisionDiscounts... one of the many Medicare associated prescription plans. I'd filled out their online form and clicked apply, getting a message that I should have everything in 5 days or less. 8 days later, this packet shows up... and it's not a member card and handbook, it's a sales pitch application to sign up over the phone.
When I've got next to no voice. :p Which puts it off to the side until I can get throat/vocal chords/lungs working in some semblance of proper. Should only take a day or so; Megan had this and it was a four day blaster, so I'm hoping for similar. That'd put me on the mend tomorrow... and if the bright and sunny mood carries over I'll even be able to make the call. Which would be really spiff, and save a bit on the prescriptionn costs.
*bouncebouncebounce* I got told about an hour ago that I was acting like a ferret on speed... which if you think about it is a REALLY scary concept. I went to college with a speed freak; he was a Secondary Education: Special Needs major... which is even more frightening than the jacked ferret. Speed Freak + Down Syndrome Child or Autistic Child or Marginal Function Child = Complete Mayhem. I wonder if the guy's okay, though... I've not seen/heard from him since... May of 1987. *blinks* Hrm. Memory is just a teeensy bit late on that curiosity.
*purrs softly* I have some of the most wonderful friends in existence. After months of pinpoint focused loneliness, I can see over the edges of the box I'm in. There IS life out there, I simply have to figure out a way to get there.
...
Wow. The laundry pile is annexing the hallway. *wozzles* Okay, then. Laundry is minimal impact, so laundry it is. Two loads of blankets, looks like a load or two of sheets, three or four of towels... and then I can get to the clothes.
...We now bring you this important message from our sponsor...
Okay, first load's in and rolling, and I've got a small pile of my stuff that needs to be folded and put away. I gave up on trying to do anything but pile Megan's stuff up, but I can't stand living in rumpled clothes for myself.
And now we return you to your regularly scheduled friends page, already in progress...
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Date: 2004-06-16 11:59 pm (UTC)*hugs because youre happy*