185 - The Light at the end of the Tunnel

Day 3. I feel better. Thank you for all of your well wishes, they must have helped.  =)

And before I forget, though I'm pretty sure 90% of you already follow Ian (and therefore you already know), Ian has posted an interview with moi on his site The Daily Dose of Reality. So if you don't feel like you know me well enough, head on over and see if I can further break down that TMI barrier! ;)

Speaking of... I was in and out of the bathroom all night last night, whether as a result of the State of the Union address or my illness is a matter of debate, but I'm finally past the worst of it, and I think my fever has also abated. Sometimes my fevers come back at night, but for now I think I'm out of the woods. I'm at home again today, because after everything my body has gone through in the last couple of days, I'm pretty worn out, and I don't want to pass this on to anyone else (well, maybe one or two people... spiteful? me? nah.).

It sucks that all of my sick time for the year has been used up and I didn't even make it past January. If we got two weeks' sick time like we used to this wouldn't be a problem... but get sick once or twice and you're done. I know, I know... grateful to have a job... but when you had something and it was taken away it still sucks...

So I finally ate solid food this morning -- peaches and cream oatmeal. Well, actually, last night I ordered some wonton soup, which is semi-solid. It was by far the most disgusting wonton I've ever had... usually wonton is either good or it's just bland, it's never really nasty... this was nasty... They put egg in the wrapper with the pork. Who does that? I'm not Chinese, but in all my years as an eater of Chinese cuisine, I've never had egg in wonton soup. Have I mentioned I don't like eggs? It was a rather nasty surprise. And the broth wasn't tasty, it was like salty water with cilantro... yes, cilantro... what kind of fucked up recipe is that? Wonton isn't Thai food. It just doesn't work. Suffice it to say, I tried a new restaurant, and I won't be ordering from said restaurant again.

I've lost a little over 3 lbs. I assume I'll gain it back when I start to eat again. But maybe not. Is it sad that I'm even a little happy about the prospect of losing weight? But fucking hell -- shouldn't I get something out of this???

Things I've learned from staying home for three days:

• The neighbors dogs are annoyingly yappy
• The squirrel who lives in my neighbor's tree runs across the top of the fence all damn day long. Since I've been typing this one sentence, he's done it twice... and there he goes again...
• There's an awful lot of utility work going on in the 'hood
• A lot of more of my neighbors are home during the day than I realized...
• When the commercials are more amusing than the actual shows, there is nothing good on tv (still... I love the Charlie Daniels Geico commercial)
• Daphne is co-dependent... wherever I go, she goes... I love my cat, but I want a moment alone... Gracie understands that... Daphne doesn't...

So, probably gonna take another nap, then eat something, then nap again, then eat something, then nap again. A girl could get used to this...