** Don’t worry, immediate family members – it’s not another MS relapse. **
With that disclaimer out of the way, I can apologize for missing you all yesterday. I was incredibly wiped out with the Death Cold on Sunday, so much so that I went to bed at 6 pm. I fully intended to feel better after a couple hours of sleep (ha!), when I would work on cleaning the house, write a blog post, and call my mom for her birthday. None of those happened. I did, however, get 14+ hours of sleep and woke up feeling like I hadn’t had any.
In addition to day #2 of the Death Cold (and some other fun symptoms I will spare you the details of), I woke up with a left ankle that was swollen to about three times the size of the right one. Apparently this is called edema. I am not a fan. I had to wait hours and hours to get an appointment, but I managed to get in to have lymphatic drainage massage done this evening. The ankle looks
better less swollen, but it is still puffy and misshapen. Oh, the joy!
worst second worst thing about taking a sick day from work is that I am at home – the place that has all the chores I need to do – but I have neither the energy nor the motivation to get anything done. (The worst thing is that I have already run out of sick days, so every additional sick day has to be taken without pay. Especially now, before the trip, this is a serious bummer.)
Send healthy thoughts my way – hopefully I will get out of this funk so I can share all the crazy stuff we did with the house last weekend!
- I’m grateful! for the lovely flowers my little Quinland got me for Valentine’s Day.
- I’m lighter! by another carload of stuff that David took to Goodwill. I think that is Subaru load number six this week.
Photo by Srinath TV
Pretty much what mine looked like, except sitting on my bed
I tried to come on here earlier today to write a post. I figured I could give it a try in between lying down and trying to eat and sleeping and trying to read.
Suddenly, out of a clear blue sky, the screen went blue. I could not resuscitate it. I tried turning it off, but when I turned it back on, all I got was a black screen telling me I had no internal hard drive. This was rather distressing.
Ultimately, I decided it was a sign that I was not meant to go on the computer today. I turned it off and did the only possible thing: I waited for Quinland to get home. Whenever we have an electronic disaster, David always hollers, “Quick! Get the youngest person in the room!”
Sure enough, she came home and turned it on and it worked beautifully. She had been doing her important school paper on Google Docs like a child genius, so she wasn’t overly worried, but I hadn’t backed anything up since – wait for it – April 26, 2010. So I was a little stressed. Yes, indeed, I started backing up to my external hard drive immediately. Nothing like a good scare to make you do what you should have done long ago. Motivation by Terror, you know.
It’s been lovely to chat, but I should go back to bed. A hearty welcome to all the new folks who dropped by my little blog today; please come again!
- I’m so grateful! to Mr. Connor Hall for the ride to leg therapy. I soooo needed that tonight. And for They Might Be Giants, for writing an awesome song like Your Racist Friend.
- I’m lighter! I’m getting some rest, and I actually backed up the computer. These are minor sorts of accomplishments, indeed, but I also improved my mind by extensive reading.
One of FlyLady’s many bits of wisdom is that there is no “wagon,” so you can’t fall off the wagon. You don’t even let yourself think that way. Instead, you tell yourself, “You are not behind. Jump in where you are.” This helps to keep you from feeling like a failure, which is good. No one likes the hopeless feeling that you will never get back on track, for that just leads to the pit of despair, from which escape is difficult.
Just as my organization practices are cyclical, so, too, is my ability to stick with a program. When my energy is high, I do well. When my energy is low – especially when I am sick – I tend to go into energy conservation mode. Plans and schemes and programs get set aside, things to do start piling up… and if I am lucky, I remember what the heck I was doing when I come back to the surface and start trying to dig myself out.
But I guess that’s just the point. You do what you can, with what you have, where you are (as Teddy Roosevelt would say). So I will get back on that nonexistent wagon… just as soon as I feel up to it.
- I’m grateful! for David. Today I was apologizing for coughing all night every night and keeping him awake. I said, “It’s probably driving you crazy having a sick wife.” He said, “No, I love that girl.”
- I’m lighter! Am I? Well, I guess one of my goals is to have a relaxing life, and being home sick is certainly relaxing, except for the coughing. All I do is sleep and drink tea.