The biggest thing I have on my mind tonight is my health. I have now been struggling with this bronchitis/pneumonia turned head cold for 5 weeks! Seriously! I am aware that there are worse things out there. But I am just sick and tired of being sick and tired. It is making me a big crank too. My poor family. At least I was nicer today than yesterday. It's really true what that country song says "When Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy." Yet I am still waiting for the part in the song when he says he's "gonna make Momma happy tonight." (And I am thinking more along the lines of washing pans and folding laundry-not the other thing you are thinking).
My energy levels are way low. Carrying all that unfolded laundry up the stairs makes me breath heavily. I had been working out 3 times a week before all this started and had been feeling so good. Now I just sit around trying to get rested watching the olympic games. BTW is it just me, or does anyone else think that Johnny Weir was framed? That guy has some interesting hat choices but man can he skate!
One thing I thought was a benefit to being so sick was that my appetite is not there and I have lost the 5 lbs I gained on vacation in Florida, plus 3 more pounds as a bonus! Yes! Then one day I made chocolate lava cake and those lost pounds were suddenly found. My husband discovered that our scale is quite fickle depending on what bathroom tiles it is placed on. I think I am going with the same spot I usually weigh myself at and call that the truth. None of this moving the scale around setting myself up for disappointment. I like being ignorantly blissful. Finding lost weight overnight only makes me want more lava cake.
And one final complaint before I close this rant. I have a new pain. Its a mysterious pain that I have tried blaming on the weather, the heavy laundry, my age, an unknown injury, shoveling snow (whoops I didn't actually do any of that). I still don't know why it hurts, but my elbow is killing me! It's been a week of icing and ibuprofen with little change. Then the thought came to me sometime yesterday. Perhaps it's the big C...Canker. Did anyone else see that SNL skit with a young Alec Baldwin? The one where he pretends he's a soap opera star who doesn't learn his lines right and he has to tell someone they have cancer. He says "There's nothing they taught me at Yalee medical school to prepare for moments like this... Yes, you have the big C- canker" I wish I could find that video clip to share with you. But really the pain is unexplained and keeps getting worse. I know I need an x-ray, but that means dealing with the parking lot at Walter Reed and I would almost rather have the cancer.
Well I better stop rambling and start taking better care of myself. I said no to helping with the delayed Valentine's Day party at school yesterday. Bold of me! The first step in healing myself. And now I am going to get a good night's sleep and eat oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow. There's gotta be some healing power in a steaming bowl of oatmeal.