Sick days...

Do you remember the days when as a child you became ill and mom was there to nurse you back to health. You could lay in beds for hours and Mom would come in every so often with a "Honey, is there anything I can get for you?" You could ask for practically anything and it was yours. Then if you were really lucky Mom would take a sick day and you would lay on the couch all day watching movies and spending time together. Boy oh boy, do I miss those days.

Now reality sets in. You become an adult. Your too far away from home to even call Mom and ask her to come and take care of you. You are simply left to do it on your own. Sometimes it is even tempting to fly home just so she can nurse you back to health. Then you realize that is practically impossible. So you are left to take care of yourself.

For me, when I am sick, I am probably the most vulnerable. All I want is to be cared for and nursed back to health. I want to hear those sweet words, "Honey is there anything that I can get for you?" Then when my response is a bowl of ice cream, it appears. Man, being an adult can really stink!

I want the days of being sick and having that aching-body-stink-because-I-haven't-
showered-in-two-days-feeling to go away. Some may say "Shower it will make you feel better". I want more than that. Instead of having to drag myself to the store to buy Gatorade and Saltines, I want my Mom to be here to do it for me. These are the days when I most long to be a child again. The days when the greatest thing in the world would be having Mom by my side to nurse me back to health.

Oh how those days left so quickly and the harsh reality of real work and life sets in. No longer are the days of being spoiled...I mean well taken care of by Mom. Here come the days of adult responsibility, there-are-only-so-many-sick-days-one-can-take. Oh well. I guess I have to face reality eventually.....

Maybe I can put it off for one more day.

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May I also mention that somewhere in the middle of all of this my brain has turned to absolute mush. All the times that I have made jokes about 1 + 1 = 3. I think that today 1 + 1 = 0. Zero because I am almost unable to speak in a clear concise manner. I feel like a zombie and I am almost completely unable to construct a grammatically correct sentence (which becomes a massive annoyance when I tend to be somewhat obsessive about grammar).....

Yuck, ick, blick! Only to be followed by a very loud and obnoxious GRRRRR. As well as several outbursts of "Curses, curses, curses!!!!"

Good thing that I am able to keep most of these things to myself. Notice I say most. Unfortunately my coworkers are beginning to think I am looney. Unfortunately I am beginning to think that same thing.....

Sanity check anyone?

Ahh the joys....

Today is definitely a Monday.

Let's start with the fact that I forgot to set my alarm last night. Instead of waking up at 6:45 to go to the gym before going to work I ended up waking up at 7:30. The next hour consisted of me falling back asleep multiple times and finally pulling myself out of bed somewhere around 8:30. I then decided that instead of going to the gym this morning I would go this evening. So I managed to find several things to throw into my gym bag before heading out the door. Finally at about 9:45 I managed to get out of the house but only after multiple runs up to my room (which is located on the third floor) to get numerous things which I had forgotten.

On my way to work I decided to stop by the library to return a book on cd that I had checked out last week and found unappealing. After returning the first book I picked up two more hoping that I will have better luck with at least one of these. Finally on my way to work I missed the turn to get onto Route 29. Instead of turing around I decided to loop around on some side streets which then leads me to cross over Route 29. I realized my mistake as I drove past a landmark and once again I had to turn around. At last, feeling as though things are under control, I continued my drive to work.

It takes about 20 mins to get to the highway and once there I feel moderately competent in getting myself to work, that is until I miss the exit to 93 North. Once again I have to backtrack. I get off at the next exit, make my way through busy traffic and new territory to find 95 N. Once there I manage to get off at the correct exit and finally find myself on 93 N.

In the process of doing all of this I realize that I have left my tennis shoes at home and feel as though I have been utterly defeated in any attempt to go to the gym. I then look to the floor of the passenger seat of my car and wonder if I should try to workout in my heels that I wore to church yesterday or my slides that I am wearing to work today. Just think, lifting weights in a pair of heels, that will turn heads!

All of this happened within the first two hours of my day. One hour of which was spent in the car listening to a book that I will once again return to the library in search of something to bring slightly more entertainment into my day.

As if enough entertainment doesn't already exist.

Dear Internet

Please forgive my horrible negligence in maintaining my blog. I will do my best to provide you with as much entertainment as humanly possibly. Warning this entertainment may come in all different forms, some will be recognizable and others may be a bit ambiguous. I hope that you are able to accept all of them as penance for the error of my ways.