Could I have some cheese with my whine?

I hate being sick. I hate runny noses, stopped up noses, aches, fevers; and I especially hate nausea. I was out of town at a meeting, which was very exciting, but sooooo long. I had maybe one too many glasses of wine at dinner, but drank lots of water and took some Excedrin before bed. I survived the 9-hour work day without the typical mid-morning and mid-afternoon sugar crashes (partially because I avoided the coffee and brownies).

At the airport, my co-worker and I opted for the only non-fast-food restaurant on the concourse. We would have been better off with the fast food. My burger was undercooked, and though I tried to send it back, the waitress was nowhere to be found. The bumpy flight did nothing for my half-empty upset tummy. Even ginger ale couldn't settle it down. Add the horrific smell of stale cigarettes and body odor on the train ride, and I almost didn't make it.

Finally got home just after midnight, vomited, cleaned up, and went to bed. Woke up feeling worse than ever. So far I've gone through a whole box of tissue and two pots of herbal tea. Tonight will be topped off with a shot of Nyquil and the hope that I can go to work tomorrow because I've got soooo much that needs to be done!

Ouch

I'm the biggest clutz ever. I've walked into glass storm doors, bumped into corner of desks, hit my head, and tripped over my own two feet more times than I care to count

In the past 5 days I have....
....bruised my arm (cause unknown)
....bruised my leg (from the corner of the car door when I closed it on myself)
....cut my finger (from chopping an onion)
....and the pièce de résistance... punctured my heel with a staple....

I was scanning a document at the copier, turned to walk away, and felt this sharp pain in my heel. So I bend over, look at my foot, and find a damn staple. Let me point out that I was NOT running around the office barefoot. I was wearing a pair of low-heeled mules. I have no idea how a freakin' staple found its way from the floor (where I assume it was hiding) into my heel, but it hurt like hell! And of course, I couldn't have been alone with my pain. I was in the copy room so naturally I had an audience. My usual reaction to pain is to curse, but with co-workers present, I had to bite my tongue.

I spent the rest of the morning (because this incident had to happen early in my day) Googling staple injuries and tetanus. Thankfully, there's no sign of infection so I'm going to wuss out on getting a tetanus shot. Let's see what kind of injuries I'll sustain next week.

"I Love Me" Day

Things are still kind of rough, but I'm making a little bit of progress dealing. Therapy hasn't produced results, but then again, I haven't even scratched the surface on all of my issues. I've been going to the gym, which is also going to take time have any kind of impact. Both have given me a measure of comfort though.

Next thing on my agenda is to introduce "I Love Me" days. Note the plural. I am going to treat myself to a day of pampering once a quarter. Today was the first day of indulgence. It started with the purchase of a couple new books for my new NOOK (my Valentine's Day gift to myself), a couple of songs for my iPod, and a pretty new purse. Then I went for a pedicure and 90% of manicure (one bandaged finger was neglected; I sliced it along with an onion while fixing dinner last night). The highlight of "I Love Me" day was the best massage I've had in ages. I spent 90 minutes getting the knots worked out of various muscles.

While I don't know if I'll be able to be as extravagant for future "I Love Me" days (the IRS contributed to today's outing), I know that I will at least have a massage. I had a little of the edge taken off today, but I've got a lot of stress built up in my muscles.

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