I’m on my second day of a high fever, joints so messed up from it that my legs feel like logs and my hips like pins and needles, ears completely congested and a migraine on top of everything due to the sick and the endless screaming of The Baby Liam who brought me the sick as a holiday gift. Grrr.
On top of that, Briana and I both were stupid and understood her red eye flight to be going out last night that actually went the night before: thus, she missed her flight without either of us knowing until I nearly had her packed up to go catch a plane in the middle of the night. Thank christ I had gone to check her in online, or they’d have been stuck all night in the airport. We had to wrestle with Northwest agents to cut us a break and not charge us $800 for a new ticket so she and Liam could get back home. Even after several phone calls, the best break we got was for an additional $300 which neither one of us has to spare, to say the least. She just called to let me know her cabbie to the airport also totally overcharged her. Great.
I just finished a third overfull load of dishes. All the traffic through here from a bunch of folks over the last week left every single dish in the place dirty, and many not even rinsed. Gross.
At least I’m not back to work at the clinic until the day after Christmas: I was scheduled to work Monday, but apparently Christmas Eve isn’t a day anyone wants to schedule a pap smear or an abortion, so I got moved to working the last three days of next week. Ah, bus at 6:10 in the morning, how I look forward to you.
I’m home by myself here now through New Year’s Eve, which is something of a drag (it sucks to be sick as a dog alone, and a week and some is a long time even for me to go without any human contact), but so long as my senile cat stops yowling sometime in the next decade, at least I can crawl back up to bed and pass out without anyone needing anything from me.
I am officially a total crabass at the moment.
December 20th, 2007 at 2:22 pm
Well, funnily enough, I popped by here today to find your email address - the timing is too perfect. My 13-year-old son is reading your book and enthralled. As a result of the that, we’ve had a long conversation about abortion.
That may not sound like a positive but he had some scary shit in his head (abortion is bad because my mom didn’t abort when she could have, and thus I was born) which I would honestly just not have seen.
So maybe it’s all a bit bleh at the moment but I want you to know that there is a mom and a young teen who both think you are brilliant. And a young boy who has learned just a little something about responsibility and choices.
December 20th, 2007 at 8:58 pm
Hope you feel better, etc.
Missing your thoughtful company.
December 21st, 2007 at 2:10 am
Bleh, that sounds sucky. Hope things improve.
December 21st, 2007 at 4:14 pm
xoxoxoxo
You should get one of those little midwest kitchen etiquette hangie-things “You dirty it you clean it, you take it out you put it away or else you’re never invited over to my house again”
Hope you feel better really soon
December 21st, 2007 at 4:29 pm
Hang in there! Sending healthy thoughts your way
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