Yesterday I mentioned I was not feeling so well. In truth I was febrile, with body aches and nausea and very lethargic.
I passed out pretty quickly last night and stayed there until 5am when Snookum’s alarm went off. How that kid set her alarm I don’t know.
I could tell my stomach hadn’t decided how it was feeling yet so I let my boss know I’d be out today. I’m a nurse you know so I’m qualified to self-diagnose everything from flu to the plague including Syphilis and of course Acanthocheilonemiasis. Then I let all my employees know. Then I told Lisa and my girls. It’s a process.
So I stumbled out to help the girls get ready for school. Nothing says love like your sick father coughing all over your toast in the morning! Mostly kidding. I wasn’t coughing. Anyway I got them out the door, then Lisa. I have since then:
- washed the bedding
- slow shuffle/walk around the arroyo (got to keep the streak alive)
- washed the towels
- requested reimbursement from an insurance claim
- inquired about a truck for sale
- made the beds.
- made rounds on a few blogs
- and finally wrote this.
I’m exhausted. It was making the beds that did it. That shit takes energy.
That’s enough. I’m done. I’m going to go and eat some soup and read a little before the girls make it home. In truth I’m just as likely to fall asleep as I am to start reading.