It's my birthday . . .

and I'll have diarrhea if I want to. (Or even if I don't, as the case may be.)

It didn't spoil my birthday dinner out, but it was a close-run thing.

'Nuff said.

Wow, I got the coughing cr*p for Christmas!

When I went to bed on Christmas Eve I felt okay. Really really tired, but okay. Six hours later I got up with a nagging dry cough. I coughed all day on and off. No drainage, no gunk, just coughing and general malaise. Friday morning I couldn't talk and my throat felt like I'd swallowed glass. Plus the cough, of course. I felt absolutely rotten, my temp was going up, and the doctor was closed. :o(

Over the weekend it escalated. Saturday: disappearing voice, glass throat, runny nose, and fairly constant coughing that rarely produced anything (and nothing bigger than my fingernail). Oh, and my ear started aching a bit too. Just so much fun. ;p Sunday: all of the above, plus massive coughing fits that wouldn't let me sleep in any position until I'd run into the bathroom and spat huge amounts of saliva (not much gunk, just saliva) into the toilet. I felt like I was going to throw up, but nothing came. However, the throat pain did ease off a bit, except when I coughed it raw.

This morning I saw the doc. Diagnosis: my second bacterial infection in a month. Lovely. The only good thing was that he gave me samples of a once-a-day high-powered antibiotic. I think I've had this one before, and it was not cheap, so that helps. I suddenly seem to remember I didn't like this stuff, but who knows. Anyway, I've taken one dose and think I feel a little better. A very little.

Oh, and my temp at the doctor's? A whopping 97.8 Yep, just a roaring fever there.

With any luck I'll feel like working on Wednesday. So far I've lost three days' pay to this crap; I can't afford to lose any more.

Soooo, what did you get for Christmas?

I feel human again

This past week I've been a victim of severe intestinal distress. Suffice it to say that I'm sick of being stuck in the bathroom. I've gradually been able to eat more than crackers and sprite, and yesterday I actually went out to eat. Granted, I had something light, but it was real food. :o)

Yesterday we celebrated my mother's birthday. She turned 82 last week and is still doing pretty well. We went to Romano's Macaroni Grill, and I was NOT favorably impressed. The food was pretty good, WHEN it finally came, but the service was soooooooo slow. It's hard to understand because the restaurant was virtually empty and we didn't order anything fancy. My brother caught the waitress' eye to ask for some more water and had to wait at least 10 minutes before she bothered to come over.

Who came up with the fad of dipping bread in olive oil? I tried a couple bites, but all I could taste was the oil. And I don't like the taste of olive oil, no matter how good it's supposed to be for you or how it's flavored. To me, oil tastes like oil. And between the giant pepper mill and the economy size bottle of olive oil, there was hardly any room on the table for our food.

All in all, I think I'd rather go to Olive Garden any day.