Home Alone
This week I found myself in a big empty house home alone. The fiancee was out of town with work for 4 days. I wasn't used to that. And although I must admit I was looking forward to a house all to myself, I wasn't quite prepared for the amount I was going to miss him. None-the-less, I was at home plagued with "the broch", so there was plenty of sleeping and Sex in the City viewing to do on my part. I am sure, some how, some way, I would find a way to get by.
Why is it, that when you are home, and sick, people, feel the need to call you ever so conveniently at the precise moment you are about to drift into sleepy-town land? Of course without their phone calls you would be left wondering if there were anyone out there who really gave a rat's ass if you still existed. But still, I always found it to be so ironic that one could go all day without a call and then only at that exact moment, the one where you have seemed to calm your lungs long enough to not gasp for air, the one where the hot tea has finally mellowed you into relaxation, that someone has decided to ring you. And what's the first question out of their mouth? "Oh, did I wake you?"
Still, my house was lonely this week with it's silence and lack of mp3 playing from the computer. I missed the little stubbles left in my sink in the morning (actually, I really didn't frequent the sink in the morning this week) and I am sure that I probably would have caught some hell for letting the dog sit on the couch with me (even if he was on the blanket, not touching the couch, and did a very good job at making me feel better). I guess even when you think that you can handle everything on your own, the comfort of having that person there makes everything a little better. I truely missed my other half this week. Though I am sure he much preferred being with 70 little kids than a coughing, gasping for air, non-mobile calamity anxiously awaiting her next nap.
Perhaps next week I can try my hand at attempting work again....oh, how I have missed it so. But first, I am going to attempt trying to go up my stairs without feeling like I am going to lose a lung. If that is a success, I'll give it a whirl at the big Snoop Dog building.
In other news: Buns and the designer were over to keep me company on Thursday night for a sleepover. Though they were a bit weary about catching the bronch. (which has since developed into the pneumonia and apparently Pleurisy (go figure)) they brought great excitement to my evening. Now that's friendship--anyone who would come 20 yards within someone who was coughing like me and stick around not just to hang out but to share pillows and blankets ...two awesome friends.
One more thing: Luba officially asked me to be in her wedding. I am so happy. I would be lying if I said I was suprised. But I would also be lying if I didn't say I wasn't honored. CHEERS! I guess this means I better kick this shitty sickness I have to the curb already. We have some work to do. Well, now that the fiancee is home and I can sleep better with him snuggled right next to me, I should be back to my normal self any day now--let's hope anyway. I don't do hospital beds well. Pleurisy? What is that anyway?
Why is it, that when you are home, and sick, people, feel the need to call you ever so conveniently at the precise moment you are about to drift into sleepy-town land? Of course without their phone calls you would be left wondering if there were anyone out there who really gave a rat's ass if you still existed. But still, I always found it to be so ironic that one could go all day without a call and then only at that exact moment, the one where you have seemed to calm your lungs long enough to not gasp for air, the one where the hot tea has finally mellowed you into relaxation, that someone has decided to ring you. And what's the first question out of their mouth? "Oh, did I wake you?"
Still, my house was lonely this week with it's silence and lack of mp3 playing from the computer. I missed the little stubbles left in my sink in the morning (actually, I really didn't frequent the sink in the morning this week) and I am sure that I probably would have caught some hell for letting the dog sit on the couch with me (even if he was on the blanket, not touching the couch, and did a very good job at making me feel better). I guess even when you think that you can handle everything on your own, the comfort of having that person there makes everything a little better. I truely missed my other half this week. Though I am sure he much preferred being with 70 little kids than a coughing, gasping for air, non-mobile calamity anxiously awaiting her next nap.
Perhaps next week I can try my hand at attempting work again....oh, how I have missed it so. But first, I am going to attempt trying to go up my stairs without feeling like I am going to lose a lung. If that is a success, I'll give it a whirl at the big Snoop Dog building.
In other news: Buns and the designer were over to keep me company on Thursday night for a sleepover. Though they were a bit weary about catching the bronch. (which has since developed into the pneumonia and apparently Pleurisy (go figure)) they brought great excitement to my evening. Now that's friendship--anyone who would come 20 yards within someone who was coughing like me and stick around not just to hang out but to share pillows and blankets ...two awesome friends.
One more thing: Luba officially asked me to be in her wedding. I am so happy. I would be lying if I said I was suprised. But I would also be lying if I didn't say I wasn't honored. CHEERS! I guess this means I better kick this shitty sickness I have to the curb already. We have some work to do. Well, now that the fiancee is home and I can sleep better with him snuggled right next to me, I should be back to my normal self any day now--let's hope anyway. I don't do hospital beds well. Pleurisy? What is that anyway?
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