Done with the funk.

What a rough week. I’m so glad it’s over.

After getting over the flu last weekend, I went right into a full blown head cold. Pounding headache, congestion that wouldn’t relieve, and a gnarly dry cough brought me to my knees early Tuesday morning as I tried to get ready for work.

I made my way into the office and dealt with one production company after another. As the day went on, the pressure behind my nose wasn’t getting any better. I had one person telling me to take this, one person telling me to take that, one person telling me to go to the doctor (for a head cold??), and one person telling me to go home and go to bed. I chose none of the above.

Throughout the night, I laid awake coughing and coughing, wishing I could bang my head against the ground and make all the pain go away. It was a hard night to get through.

Wednesday morning, in a sad attempt to get through the day, I allowed trainers and owners to talk me into going home. I was just too sick to be around people. I stopped at the store on my way home, and grabbed two bottles of NyQuil. NyQuil is my porn best friend when I can’t sleep.

For the rest of the week, I laid on the couch trying to break through the coughing, sneezing, watery eyes, runny nose, and sore throat. Many chugs of NyQuil, and several antihistamines later, I’m feeling good enough to be around the living.

Back to work. Happy Monday, Readers!

What. A. Weekend.

 

I had the flu. It officially knocked me on my ass Saturday afternoon, but it started Friday night. Figures. A weekend without roommates, and I’m sick. Drat!

Sis and Squid came up Friday night to enjoy the quietness of 5.5 acres. We were set to enjoy three long days of doing NOTHING. Well, except for taking care of nine dogs, eight birds, and two cats.

Saturday morning was a tough one. Didn’t eat much breakfast because the “flu” feeling was getting stronger. I toughed it out as we walked down every isle at the supermarket, but by the time we were headed home, I was feeling pretty miserable. By 1pm, I was out….

Saturday pretty much sucked for me. As I tried to sleep, I’d get awaken by dripping sweat, or chills, or the cold nose of a dog wanting to cuddle. It just wasn’t great. I felt bad for Sis and Squid, but they were good sports. They not only helped take care of ME, but they helped take care of ALL THE ANIMALS!!

Y’all are awesome. Thank you!

 

Sunday morning I was beginning to feel a little better, but still took the cautious road early in the day. Until I knew I could do something other than throw up, I knew I’d better stick to soup. So a soup morning it was.

By lunchtime, I was feeling almost normal. And because I was feeling almost normal, Squid talked me into doing my oil change. Only problem….I was still dressed in the WHITE clothes I had been wearing. But, it got done. I learned from the best on how to do some things, and I know for certain, he would be damn proud of me.

With the new engine rebuild a few months back, I failed to ask what type of oil I should now be putting in my car. It’s different, I remember them talking about it, only I never asked. So, I stood in the middle of the store staring at the isle of oil, wondering what the hell to do. Sis suggested I call Jeff, but when my eyes immediately filled with tears, I knew that wasn’t an option. Didn’t even need to give it a second thought. :-/

AND THEN…….

Welcome to The Chase, Kyle!

Kyle Busch won the race at Atlanta, and secured himself a spot in the chase. I’m thrilled. Couldn’t be more happy. And I’m looking forward to him beating Jimmie Johnson to the line.

From Sick to Fun.

Hi Readers. Long time no talk. I hope you're still out there.

Last Thursday was a rough day. I woke up with a very sore throat and a cough I couldn't seem to shake. Meds, meds, and more meds. Nothing seemed to be helping except the soothingness of a few Honey Cough Drops. I sucked on them all day, and vowed I was going to stay home on Friday and get better.

Unfortunately, my desire to keep things running smoothly in my office outweighed my need to get better. I went into the office against my better judgement. I struggled through the day with a pounding headache that got worse with every coughing fit. :-(

All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I wanted to lay down and not have to stand up. Jeffy told me to come stay the weekend with him and he would take care of me. Aww.

I got to his house after work and collapsed on the bed. We went and had a fabulous dinner, I came back and took some NyQuil, and was knocked out by 11:30p. Best part? I slept until 2:00p Saturday afternoon. I woke up feeling MUCH better. My cough lingered a little, but with the aid of the Honey drops, I had no sore throat. Score!!

We ran a few errands, I watched Jeffy and his friends shoot at clay pigeons, and called it a day. My plan to feel better over the weekend was working. Yay!

Bad day to be a pigeon.

Around 9:00pm, I started to get hungry. We decided I was feeling good enough to go out to dinner, so we hopped into the car and drove straight towards one of my favorite places. We didn't make it there.

Mid drive, Jeffy's phone rang. "Want to go see the Space Shuttle??" said a voice real loud.

Without a second of hesitation, Jeffy knew this would be something I'd love. So we drove, towards downtown LA.

:-)

With a father that worked in the space industry for 30+ years, I can't help but feel a little bit connected. I remember my dad spending weeks at a time in Florida helping to build the Space Shuttle Discovery. This one wasn't Discovery, but it brought back some emotions I didn't expect to have.

The crowds were amazing. Who would have thought, that in the middle of one of the worst spots in LA (at 3:00am), there would be people of all ages, races, and religions, joined together to smile. As I stood up on a tall wall to get a better view, I looked around at all the happy people taking pictures and chatting. I stared with tears in my eyes.

She's one of the most beautiful pieces of machinery.

Space Shuttle Endeavour's final resting place will be the California Science Center, where it will be displayed in FULL LAUNCH POSITION in a few years. I'm grateful I was able to see this amazing piece of history. Up close and personal.

Weekend recap. Blah.

RM#1 has been out of town all weekend. I’ve had the house to myself to do what I want with. THIS is not how I had hoped it would go.

I was awaken Saturday morning at 5:30am by a violent urge to throw up. WTF? For the next 2.5hrs, I laid on my bathroom floor because it was too painful to keep getting up. I forced water down, but my body said no way. we don’t want anything and threw it up. I took Pepto and again my body laughed. I had to cancel my visitation with RJ because it would have been impossible to drive up there. The X said RJ was disappointed, but it wasn’t something I really had any control over. Clearly my body is trying to tell me something, and I really need to listen. Sorry RJ.

For 24 hours straight, I’ve felt like I just want to die. Two different people offered to come over and just sit with me so I wasn’t alone, but I refused. I tried to watch a few movies, but staying concentrated proved very difficult.

Today, I haven’t thrown up yet. (I guess the 80 times yesterday was enough.) My stomach muscles ache. My chest muscles feel like they’re on fire and it’s painful to take deep breaths. I wish I could sleep it off, but with the twitching of my muscles, and the tingling going on inside my body, sleep seems more like an imaginary thing than reality.

Oh how I wish I would feel better by tomorrow. I really dislike having to go to work sick. It’s never pleasant.

Happy Sunday readers!

I have the funk

Yesterday I came home early from work because I wasn't feeling great. I went home, let the dogs out, and fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later not feeling any better, yet knew I couldn't keep sleeping.

I got out of bed, let the dogs in, and finally decided to cook a hamburger for dinner. Just as it was ready, I threw a hamburger bun in the microwave, pulled out the pickle jar, and grabbed a water bottle. The microwave beeped, and I turned off the skillet. Mmm. The smell of cheeseburger filled the house.

I had noticed something strange about the hamburger buns when I took them out of the fridge, but figured they'd be okay once I nuked 'em. Wrong. I don't know what was wrong, but they were a bit hard going into the microwave, and even harder coming out. The few short seconds didn't help.  :-(

Into the trash the buns went. I stood there staring at my hamburger patty thinking, Oh shit. Now I don't have anything to eat it on. Ew. Guess where it went? Into the trash with the buns. And I? I sat in the middle of my kitchen floor and cried, uncontrollably. Then Kasey came over and made me feel better.


JK called. I told him about my meltdown and he invited me over for dinner. Nice guy, eh? Turns out, his day was not any better, just in a different way. So, we came together and kicked out bad days butt. Unfortunately, events beyond either one of our controls kept us awake a better part of the night, but at least we weren't hurting/in pain alone.

I'm home from work today to try to rest through this icky funk. Funk sucks.

-Valerie

Get Well Soon

To my dearest Jeffy,

I hope you feel better soon, because when you look like this…

…it’s hard to be around you. Get well soon, my love.

Weekend Recap

On Friday, I wrote about how relaxing and wonderful I had hoped this weekend would be. Although it was far from wonderful, it wasn’t in the last bit uneventful.

I was so rudely awaken at 6am on Saturday morning by an urge I couldn’t control. Hmm. Where did that come from? Back to bed for a few more hours of sleep. Whoa! Less than an hour later, I’m awaken for the same reason. Yikes! Do I see a trend? Back to bed. Like clockwork, one hour later, it hits me again. Sitting in front of the toilet, with four confused dog eyes staring at me, I sniffle back the tears enough to mumble, “What has caused me to be so sick? Come here. Can I have a hug?” Both dogs looked at me like I was from another planet, and at that very moment, I probably looked like I was. For the next 11 hours, I spent every hour running back and forth, trying to convince myself it wasn’t something I had done, it was just something that happened to be going around. None of my friends were sick, but perhaps I stood too close to someone at the pharmacy the other day. Ugh. I should know better. I did the very few things I needed to do, took something to help me sleep, and went back to bed. I got some well wishes from JK, and promptly fell asleep.

Sunday morning I wake up from a dream about NASCAR. Go figure. I jump out of bed, confuse the heck out of the dogs, turn on the TV, and settled in to watch my guys go around, and around, and around the track. A 21st place finish was NOT what I was hoping for with Kyle, but if anyone can make up those lost points, It’ll be him. Since I was so sick yesterday, I’m having to do all the things today that I had planned to relaxingly do.

My relaxing weekend has now turned into a sick busy weekend. But, I’m all better. Not sure what it was, but glad it’s gone. Time to catch up on some FarmVille and FrontierVille. :-)

I hope your weekend was MUCH better than mine.