Plague-free for the New Year!
Jan. 1st, 2007 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordinistaI woke up this morning to an interesting change -- rather than waking huddled under my covers, shivering and wondering when someone had secretly replaced my toes with ice cubes, I woke up blazing hot, all of my covers kicked off, sweating like a whore in church.
And once that stopped? I felt ... normal. You know. NORMAL. Like, get up and do stuff and not have to sit down and rest at intervals. It was awesome. I also had my appetite back, too, which was doubly awesome, since Mom and Gramps were coming over for New Years Day dinner (I bought a ham and did Alton Brown's "City Ham," which is omgsogood). I ate, drank, and was merry, and it was good. (There was a short moment when my tummy was making unhappy faces at me, but it passed. Huzzah!)
I'm now working on editing OGAM's ch 56 (lord, I cannot believe I ever let it get that high), and am currently cursing my stiff neck (stupid sleeping wrong on my stupid pillow argh), but I actually have the drive and motivation to do things, rather than curl up in one spot and whimper for Tora to bring me ginger ale. I'm actually wondering if I gave myself a mild case of salmonella -- earlier that morning, I was assembling something for the slow-cooker, and was de-boning some chicken thighs. In the process of de-boning, I got a lot of chicken gunk all over my hands (like you do), and while I did wash my hands with soap and very hot water, I'm wondering if there might've been just a tiny enough trace of raw chicken-ick to wreak havoc on my already abused immune system. Because nothing else makes sense, particularly since the whole thing left as abruptly as it came on a mere, what, three days later? And apparently a mild case of salmonella can include any combination of the following symptoms: fever, nausea, stomach cramps, headache, fatigue, vomiting, weakness, and the D-word I can never manage to spell right. I had the fever, nausea, headache, fatigue, and weakness. But the nausea was... wow. Bad. It felt like the world's worst hangover, except that I didn't get to enjoy the part with the alcohol.
ANYWAY. I'm all better. Whee!
This week I have a fun bunch of errands to run -- and by fun, I mean not-really. I have to go get my student ID for class next week (said class is held on an Air Force base, and no ID means no getting on base), and I have to call ... someone because apparently Tora-kun is under the mistaken assumption that I am psychic, and therefore knew that I needed to be keeping an eye out for the benefits enrollment paperwork, and that I would ALSO know that it wouldn't come in an Aetna envelope. So, the unassuming envelope got shuffled off with the junk mail, only to be discovered THIS MORNING. The deadline for open enrollment? December 29. *sigh* So I'm going to have to call the company that handles Tora's workplace's HR/Insurance stuff, and see if we're screwed. Mrr.
I also have to start on my New Year's Resolutions -- well, one of them, at least. I've been horribly lax about taking Darwin for proper walks every day. I think I've had an excellent excuse lately, because I've been laid up with the creeping crud, but I need to get back into that. I bought him a prong collar, and we're also going to take some treats to the park and see if we can work on that whole squirrel fixation he's got. (The idea is if I can train him to associate squirrels with me giving him treats, he won't chase the squirrels -- he'll just look to me for a treat. Here's hoping it'll work.)
A lot of this is a result of reading Cesar's Way (yes, that would be the Dog Whisperer guy) -- I got the book for Christmas and I'm nearly through with it. It's actually hugely helpful, and it's also nice to know that my gut instincts as far as Darwin is concerned, have actually been pretty spot-on. I'm doing a few things not-entirely-as-well-as-I-should (see above, re: walks), but I think I'm doing pretty well with the boy. We'll have had him for a year come February, and that just blows my mind. He's become such a huge part of my life over the past year, and every time I start to bitch a little about all the crap that happened over the past year (Tora's mom and her royal bitchfit, Bronte's illness), I also have to think about Darwin, who, really, was the best part of 2006.
But it's a really good book, and I'm enjoying it immensely.And would be great for people with out-of-control children to read.
And finally: an apology. There were so many things I wanted to do this holiday season, and sending out little care packages to my buds was at the top of my list. I sent nothing out -- not cards, either (though I did buy them); I did no (no) holiday baking, none of the things I normally would have done to get myself into the holiday mood. There were wishes on wishlists I wanted to grant, giftfics I wanted to write, and icons I wanted to design, and I didn't. And... I feel kind of lousy about that, because part of the holiday spirit (for me, anyway), comes from doing things like that. Granted, I was sick, and not even the house got decorated until a few days before Christmas, but... well. If you happen to receive a tin of baked goodies out of the blue, you'll know why. I'm holding onto the cards for next year. They're too pretty and sparkly to send out late. (Also I had weird feelings about baking things while I was sick and then sending them out to people. It seemed bad form, somehow.)
And once that stopped? I felt ... normal. You know. NORMAL. Like, get up and do stuff and not have to sit down and rest at intervals. It was awesome. I also had my appetite back, too, which was doubly awesome, since Mom and Gramps were coming over for New Years Day dinner (I bought a ham and did Alton Brown's "City Ham," which is omgsogood). I ate, drank, and was merry, and it was good. (There was a short moment when my tummy was making unhappy faces at me, but it passed. Huzzah!)
I'm now working on editing OGAM's ch 56 (lord, I cannot believe I ever let it get that high), and am currently cursing my stiff neck (stupid sleeping wrong on my stupid pillow argh), but I actually have the drive and motivation to do things, rather than curl up in one spot and whimper for Tora to bring me ginger ale. I'm actually wondering if I gave myself a mild case of salmonella -- earlier that morning, I was assembling something for the slow-cooker, and was de-boning some chicken thighs. In the process of de-boning, I got a lot of chicken gunk all over my hands (like you do), and while I did wash my hands with soap and very hot water, I'm wondering if there might've been just a tiny enough trace of raw chicken-ick to wreak havoc on my already abused immune system. Because nothing else makes sense, particularly since the whole thing left as abruptly as it came on a mere, what, three days later? And apparently a mild case of salmonella can include any combination of the following symptoms: fever, nausea, stomach cramps, headache, fatigue, vomiting, weakness, and the D-word I can never manage to spell right. I had the fever, nausea, headache, fatigue, and weakness. But the nausea was... wow. Bad. It felt like the world's worst hangover, except that I didn't get to enjoy the part with the alcohol.
ANYWAY. I'm all better. Whee!
This week I have a fun bunch of errands to run -- and by fun, I mean not-really. I have to go get my student ID for class next week (said class is held on an Air Force base, and no ID means no getting on base), and I have to call ... someone because apparently Tora-kun is under the mistaken assumption that I am psychic, and therefore knew that I needed to be keeping an eye out for the benefits enrollment paperwork, and that I would ALSO know that it wouldn't come in an Aetna envelope. So, the unassuming envelope got shuffled off with the junk mail, only to be discovered THIS MORNING. The deadline for open enrollment? December 29. *sigh* So I'm going to have to call the company that handles Tora's workplace's HR/Insurance stuff, and see if we're screwed. Mrr.
I also have to start on my New Year's Resolutions -- well, one of them, at least. I've been horribly lax about taking Darwin for proper walks every day. I think I've had an excellent excuse lately, because I've been laid up with the creeping crud, but I need to get back into that. I bought him a prong collar, and we're also going to take some treats to the park and see if we can work on that whole squirrel fixation he's got. (The idea is if I can train him to associate squirrels with me giving him treats, he won't chase the squirrels -- he'll just look to me for a treat. Here's hoping it'll work.)
A lot of this is a result of reading Cesar's Way (yes, that would be the Dog Whisperer guy) -- I got the book for Christmas and I'm nearly through with it. It's actually hugely helpful, and it's also nice to know that my gut instincts as far as Darwin is concerned, have actually been pretty spot-on. I'm doing a few things not-entirely-as-well-as-I-should (see above, re: walks), but I think I'm doing pretty well with the boy. We'll have had him for a year come February, and that just blows my mind. He's become such a huge part of my life over the past year, and every time I start to bitch a little about all the crap that happened over the past year (Tora's mom and her royal bitchfit, Bronte's illness), I also have to think about Darwin, who, really, was the best part of 2006.
But it's a really good book, and I'm enjoying it immensely.
And finally: an apology. There were so many things I wanted to do this holiday season, and sending out little care packages to my buds was at the top of my list. I sent nothing out -- not cards, either (though I did buy them); I did no (no) holiday baking, none of the things I normally would have done to get myself into the holiday mood. There were wishes on wishlists I wanted to grant, giftfics I wanted to write, and icons I wanted to design, and I didn't. And... I feel kind of lousy about that, because part of the holiday spirit (for me, anyway), comes from doing things like that. Granted, I was sick, and not even the house got decorated until a few days before Christmas, but... well. If you happen to receive a tin of baked goodies out of the blue, you'll know why. I'm holding onto the cards for next year. They're too pretty and sparkly to send out late. (Also I had weird feelings about baking things while I was sick and then sending them out to people. It seemed bad form, somehow.)
