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O-Dark-Thirty… listening to iHeart radio on the Echo Dot my boss got me for Christmas. I was kind of looking for a gift card, but I’ve decided I really like this option better. I don’t have to use my phone … Continue reading
Sitting here in the livingroom smelling the remnants of yesterday’s fire, Christmas tree for company and Mythbusters on TV. Pumpkin pie and coffee… I started my work day early today trying to get ahead of any curve that might be coming my way when “normal” people come in. Something tells me it’s going to be a long day.
The flu brought on a flare. My fingers are not happy and my knee/ankle/foot combination are very very not happy. I’m thinking that working from the couch with my feet propped up on the coffee table might be my very best bet for the day. Yesterday my knee/ankle was very bad by the end of the day. Bear barely bumped my knee and I winced in pain. I sat on the floor watching the turkey for the last half hour of the turkey cooking time… watching to see if I could see the timer pop up.
The turkey was very very greasy. The skin wasn’t the yummy crispiness that Thanksgiving’s was. But it was a good turkey. The ham was ham. Dinner was really good, though.
Today, I’m thinking back over the last year, trying to psych myself up for the rest of the day and trying to be gentle with myself. Tiger Balm fills the air. I have checked the weather report fifty times. It’s not going to get cold. I’m almost as disappointed as my son that the weather refuses to turn seasonal. It’s going to be 47 degrees today. It’s going to top 50 again tomorrow. I really really want to see the cold and the snow. Logic dictates that there is lots of time for the season to turn cold but Christmas is Christmas and it was far from white.
The holidays are not over yet. There are still hours and hours of potential stress and festivities. Whatever you do, remember to be gentle with yourself. Be gentle with your body and take time for absolutely nothing… it can certainly pay off.
What did I learn from having the flu?
— be very VERY careful in a race situation. You come into contact with the germs of thousands of people and, an already compromised immune system, germs are germs.
— no matter what anyone thinks, the doctors, the CDC and the vaccine manufacturers all agree… the flu shot is reasonably effective in lowering your chances of the strains of flu that are included in the vaccine, not the ones that aren’t. It will not prevent the flu and anyone who comes up with the snarky remarks about you should have gotten the flu shot and you wouldn’t have gotten the flu if you would have just been smart and gotten yours is full of… um… themselves. BUT this is assuming that the CDC and the Doctors are a little more edumacateded up than Lucy Lou and Skippy down the street are.
— the flu sucks. All kidding aside, I don’t ever know if I have hurt in that really horrible all over hurt worse than the day I actually came down with the flu.
— when they tell you it takes a week or more to feel better, they aren’t kidding. It takes a week. And with RA tossed into the equation, the absolute exhaustion and continued run down feeling hangs on even longer.
If you have a compromised immune system… get the flu shot. The more variables you can take out of your health equation, the better your chances are of getting through the season without coming down with something that could land your butt in the hospital (or worse).
And… it’s time to get on with my day. I hope I’m wrong about what is going to hit the fan today with everyone out of the office… but… for now, I’m going to try to get done what I can while I can.
I hope you all had the Merriest of Christmases.
***** Warning… rant in progress… *** Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I love Christmas. I love winter… almost as much as I love fall. And here I am… sitting at my window, trying very hard to retain the Christmas spirit.
This morning my fingers are not happy. I’ve used my Tiger Balm and my Voltaren gel, and they are still not happy. I’m going to have to resort to Napproxin shortly. This is not a huge big deal. THAT at least is something I have come to expect at random times.
I’ve been sitting here absolutely depressed, however, over my work schedule for the rest of the year. I’m not supposed to be on call at all this weekend. AT ALL. Yesterday I got a rather testy phone call asking me why I wasn’t on line because it was go live (WHO knew) for a project that I wasn’t aware I was even still responsible for. 4 hours working on THAT project on my day off (another hour or so today… yay me) PLUS I got another rather not happy call from MY project team asking me if I could log on and work for an hour or so because the person who WAS on call was TWO HOURS away from his computer.
It’s not bad when I expect it. It’s not nearly as bad when I can plan around it. Finding out that my daughter is liable to get fired for being late because no one bothered to tell me that I had to work on my weekend off… really? Thanks guys… Uber Specialness.
Starting on the 18th (The ENTIRE holiday, ironically starting the SECOND I am allowed to carry more than 10 pounds) I’m on call for all but three days through the end of the year. I’ve already been warned it’s going to be very busy and there are going to be a lot of things that have to be done. Merry Christmas. Yay me. Christmas eve and Christmas day, New Years Eve and New Years day, the entire weekend for two consecutive weekends. There are going to be two of us NOT on vacation on the Friday after Christmas. Because when people committed to what they were going to take (back in September) as vacation… they forgot what they said.
Good thing we got the Christmas lights out of the way over Thanksgiving. I’m trying so hard to keep looking forward to the rest of the Christmas season. I’m NOT working next Sunday. I don’t care if someone has to drag my cold dead body across the finish line at the Santa Hustle… I’m holding on to at least that remnant of my holiday.
I’m trying… I really am…
I’m not sure if it is the full moon making it worse, or just realizing that commitments don’t mean shit to people when there are good times to be had… but whatever it is, I have to find a way to shake off the tears and get the holiday spirit back.
So… Tis the season where I think more and more about the traditions that we have… The traditions that we make… This morning I was standing with my 18 year old baby girl in the line that wraps around JCPenny’s … Continue reading