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This week was supposed to be my stay home all day, do nothing but write and finish my exchange fic (which is already over due, but I did get an extension so I'm not totally cursed with the threat of writing Weasley smut for the rest of my life. Yet.) and maybe knit a bit.
Saturday I had to spend the early part of the day braving the Commisary for groceries for Turkey day with Sarah - we're eating with her and Alex, she's doing most of the cooking (I hope) but I've been volunteered to help. Why we thought it would be safe to brave the wilds of the on-post grocery store on the Saturday before Turkey day, I do not know. Just for future reference, it's a Very. Bad. Idea.
The rest of Saturday was spent unloading various things, and being supportive while Captain ran his D&D game (I'm a player because there's only four of us total and if I don't at least try to phone it in, he gets cranky). No writing done, but I did get a lot of knitting done - the current scarf project is only lacking tassels and a dry clean.
At some point I ended up spending close to three hours trying to track down an on-line yarn store that sold all five colors of yarn in the correct weight. I'm serious, it took nearly three full hours to find just one place, and then I ended up paying WAY TOO MUCH. Not even a discount for 24 skeins of yarn. Wankers. (It did get here pretty quick though, showed up this evening in a huge box, so yay for that.)
Sunday Captain really really wanted my attention. I managed two hundred words.
The toilet in my master bath has been broken all week. For some reason, I can not remember that when I wake up in the morning.
Monday was spent trying to get some Christmas shopping done with Sarah. I am still woefully behind on that front. Was completely exhausted by the time I got home, and my throat hurt. This was all the warning I got before the chest cold of doom part two: the snottening set in. Tuesday was spent in a NyQuill coma. Captain says I woke up once or twice and took whatever meds he shoved at me, I have no recollection of this.
Today my nose is blocked completely (except for when I'm trying to eat something, then, like clockwork, it starts to drain). I can't cough hard enough to bring anything up because every time I cough, I pull something with the abdominal muscles which sets off the pain I've had since mid-October, which sets off the OWWIES... and then I stand around gasping for air, trying not to drown in my own mucus, wheezing, and generally not a happy camper.
God, I hope Sarah doesn't really want me to help cook anything. Maybe she won't laugh at me if I stuff kleenex up both nostrils to keep from leaking on the mashed potatoes?
I've got an appointment with my GP on the fourth to go over blood sugar and to get my inhaler replaced (all my current ones expired in July of '07), maybe take a listen to the lungs and see if they sound wet (I'm taking bets on that one), and see if the GP has any suggestions for the gastro/bumscope consult on the sixth.
In the meantime - I have a fic that's mostly outlined in my head and just needs to be written and about seven bajillion things conspiring against letting me write it.
This is seriously annoying the hell out of me.
This was MY WEEK, PEOPLE! Lord, things were easier when I was a hermit.
Saturday I had to spend the early part of the day braving the Commisary for groceries for Turkey day with Sarah - we're eating with her and Alex, she's doing most of the cooking (I hope) but I've been volunteered to help. Why we thought it would be safe to brave the wilds of the on-post grocery store on the Saturday before Turkey day, I do not know. Just for future reference, it's a Very. Bad. Idea.
The rest of Saturday was spent unloading various things, and being supportive while Captain ran his D&D game (I'm a player because there's only four of us total and if I don't at least try to phone it in, he gets cranky). No writing done, but I did get a lot of knitting done - the current scarf project is only lacking tassels and a dry clean.
At some point I ended up spending close to three hours trying to track down an on-line yarn store that sold all five colors of yarn in the correct weight. I'm serious, it took nearly three full hours to find just one place, and then I ended up paying WAY TOO MUCH. Not even a discount for 24 skeins of yarn. Wankers. (It did get here pretty quick though, showed up this evening in a huge box, so yay for that.)
Sunday Captain really really wanted my attention. I managed two hundred words.
The toilet in my master bath has been broken all week. For some reason, I can not remember that when I wake up in the morning.
Monday was spent trying to get some Christmas shopping done with Sarah. I am still woefully behind on that front. Was completely exhausted by the time I got home, and my throat hurt. This was all the warning I got before the chest cold of doom part two: the snottening set in. Tuesday was spent in a NyQuill coma. Captain says I woke up once or twice and took whatever meds he shoved at me, I have no recollection of this.
Today my nose is blocked completely (except for when I'm trying to eat something, then, like clockwork, it starts to drain). I can't cough hard enough to bring anything up because every time I cough, I pull something with the abdominal muscles which sets off the pain I've had since mid-October, which sets off the OWWIES... and then I stand around gasping for air, trying not to drown in my own mucus, wheezing, and generally not a happy camper.
God, I hope Sarah doesn't really want me to help cook anything. Maybe she won't laugh at me if I stuff kleenex up both nostrils to keep from leaking on the mashed potatoes?
I've got an appointment with my GP on the fourth to go over blood sugar and to get my inhaler replaced (all my current ones expired in July of '07), maybe take a listen to the lungs and see if they sound wet (I'm taking bets on that one), and see if the GP has any suggestions for the gastro/bumscope consult on the sixth.
In the meantime - I have a fic that's mostly outlined in my head and just needs to be written and about seven bajillion things conspiring against letting me write it.
This is seriously annoying the hell out of me.
This was MY WEEK, PEOPLE! Lord, things were easier when I was a hermit.
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