Sick & Tired of being Sick & Tired

I have been terribly sick, on and off, since Washington. I started to get a sore throat in D.C, and haven't really stopped to rest since I got home. Thus, I am behind in my blogging and was forced to leave work early today.

I tried to go in to take care of a few things, but after 5 hours my boss insisted I leave. I don't think she could stand the sound of my scratchy voice for a minute more, as I was trying to carry on "business as usual" through coughing fits, nose blowing, and a whispery scratch of a voice. So, here I am, pondering some updates (although, I did bring home some work- shhhh! hehehe) and I realize I also need to get you all caught up to speed, as I have neglected our blog in my lapse of health.

I will be writing several updates today, but I'm not sure if I will post them all at once. Perhaps I will do it a day at a time (just to keep you in suspense.)

One of my best friends, Alli, called me yesterday and she said, "Are you sick again?" I said, "Yep." and she said, "Haven't you been sick since, like, 1904?" and I replied, "pretty much."

I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why I have been getting so sick this year. I got my flu shot, and I am pretty healthy; eat healthy, work out, try to get sleep...then it occurred to me... somewhere, in the United States, a 20-year-old girl is using my immune system to fight cancer.

Well worth having a porcupine in my throat, wouldn't ya say?

Taken in Washington DC, Tuesday night.

I have mentioned, several times before, that I am fiercely independent. I work, no matter how yucky I feel, but when I am at home sick, you might as well get me a little bell because it is the only time I allow anyone to fawn over me and I eat it up by the spoonful. I watch "sick movies" (movies I watch when sick: Overboard, Dirty Dancing, Long Kiss Goodnight, and Beetlejuice) and I eat hundreds of orange Popsicles. Not red, or blue or purple, they have to be orange, and for some odd reason I like it when people talk baby talk to me when I'm ill.

Weird and diagnostic. Hmm, perhaps there is something there? Now I am going to psychoanalyze myself. ;)

Aaron, just called to check on me (he is doing yardwork at this Grandmother's house in Manchester.)

J: Hello? (Barely a whisper.)

A: Baby? Oh my God! How are you, Baby?

J: Okay (meekly, feebly, and milking it for every penny, as I write a progress note on a client I just saw)

A: Well, I will be home soon to take care of you. Did you put in a "sick movie?"

J: Not yet, but I'm going to.

A: Okay, Princess, I love you and I will be home very, very soon. Do you need anything? Orange Popsicles, soup, anything?

J: No, I'm okay. (just a spoiled brat.)