return to the living...

...or to work at least.

Last night I left the house for the first time since Monday, and that was for a walk with catzen-he needed to shake up his lungs and I needed to get some fresh air. It is good to be back at work, especially since it is air conditioned. I am mostly better, though still dragging. My throat hurts from puking and from the post-nasal drip. I see the doc today for a scheduled check-up and I will get his opinion on my evil sinuses. I also hope to get a 'script for steroids for my skin-my eczema has been in a serious flare on my hands for nearly a month.

I feel out of it. I lost three full days to being sick. Bleah.

OK, back to work.

oh yeah...

Where the hell did the summer go?

the client ate my post and other ramblings.

I had tried to post earlier and my client froze on the submission and apparently the post has been vaporized.

So it goes.

Went to the doc. He confirmed that the blood I was puking was from my nose, no need for concern. He wrote me the 'script for my skin 'roids as well. I will get that filled at the 24hr Wal-Greens tonight. The doc said my ankle sprain isn't too bad, and gave me a nifty pamphlet about ankle sprains. He suggested that I avoid straining it and continue to ice it. I complained about my knee stiffness and he wants me to try the arthritis drug, Vioxx, to see if that will make any difference. He gave me some samples and I am supposed to call him to let him know if it helps at all. If it doesn't then I will be sent to the sports medicine/ortho person.

I am working throughout the weekend to make-up for time lost this week (I don't get sick or vacation days). At least the office is air conditioned...It is hot outside. Poor catzen is roasting at home. Poor kitty.

I am off to teach class tonight, for which I am rather ill prepared due to being sick all week. Feh.

Seven years ago today I heard the sad news about Jerry Garcia on my radio at work. I remember I was wearing black jeans and a purple knit top and I almost fell out of my chair upon hearing the news. It was a very hot day. My dad came by my office that day to comfort me. I picked up my ex-L., from his workplace that day for lunch and we drove around and parked under some trees by the park by the high school and listened to the radio. That night, he discovered that the dead CD he had ordered for me, Infrared Roses, had come in the mail. I can no longer find that CD. Maybe he took it when he left...if he did, it is undoubtedly in some landfill by now...