Despite my absolute acceptance that I've been on death's door ("Aaron, I love you, I'll see you in our next life, kay?" "Woman, you are fucking crazy"), I am not dead. And apparently, I will not be dying either.
Or, at least, hopefully not.
The doctor says I have the flu. Surprise, surprise.
He claims it will be another two weeks or so until I have my "energy" back.
You mean, the "energy" I had before kids? Or now? Because dude? THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.
And then he said it would be back to "normal." Dude, again, THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.
In any case -- THIS IS THE REASON WHY THE FLU SHOT WAS INVENTED. So you wouldn't teeter on death's door for two weeks with another two weeks of "recovery."
Which, "recovery" consists of doing something for 20 minutes and laying down for an hour because the Earth? Is spinning. Spinning-spinning-whee.
In other words? YOU ALL NEED TO GET A FLU SHOT. Seriously. FLU SHOT. Get it.
And I? Need to lay off the fucking cap locks. Damn.
Despite the lying-down-ness I've been doing, I have been doing a few other things this past week, like taking Griffin to the Occupational Therapist for a re-evaluation of his Sensory Integration Disorder (verdict: he is good, does not need therapy nor and IEP; school needs to LAY THE FUCK OFF MY CHILD, he's developing normally) (suck on that, school). We have a few hand outs of things to continue to help his fine motor skills but otherwise? MY KID ROCKS.
(Laura: the cap locks should be used sparingly. Not every other sentence.)
Additionally, I bought some Goo Gone to work it's magic on my eating table (yeah, I need to write a whole damn post about the table) (it goes something like this: bought a white table, it's stained, can't get stains off, woe is me) (there's more to it, would you like to hear about it? like, tomorrow perhaps?) and it works of the adhesive on the floor as well, so I don't have to use the toxic stuff.
Yesterday, I also managed to plant a butt load (thanks Diane!) of irises in the front yard. I made Aaron tear up the ground for me. Because? I'm weak. And sick.
And now I need to go lie down. Because all this sitting up and typing words? Is exhausting.
(GET A FLU SHOT, PEOPLE. GET A FLU SHOT!)