dear gods, it's wednesday?

Friday - Went to the doctor. They told me it was viral, not bacterial, so there's nothing they can do but tell me to rest and get lots of fluids. But it's not bronchitis or pneumonia, so that's cool. Felt like death, went home, slept.

Saturday - Got up after sleeping on the couch for a couple hours due to coughing fits, made bacon and a pot of chili. Went and got my hair cut. Came home and gamed with friends - I got Downwood the board game of Castle Ravenloft. We went through 3 or 4 scenarios and only died once. It was brutal.

Sunday - Had plans to go get the kids' hair cut, but I felt awful. Another night of very little sleep. I didn't even have enough energy to get the laundry done. I basically laid on the couch with one or both kids on top of me and tried to not be too miserable.

Monday - Slept on the couch again. Got very little sleep again. Woke up with no voice whatsoever. I could whisper, but that was it. So I had Downwood call my team lead and I went back to sleep. Downwood took Emi to the doctor where they said she needs antibiotics for the bacterial infection that came in on top of the viral. She's pretty miserable, poor thing, but refuses to rest or be a good patient.

Tuesday - Felt well enough to come to work. Still hoarse, but I could do my job.

Today - At work again. Very stuffed up and very frustrated with people in general. My giveafuck levels are very, very low. I don't want to put up with this crap, but I have to if I want to keep the health insurance that lets us go to the doctor whenever we feel bad and not worry about premiums or copay or how much the prescriptions will be.

To Do before Saturday

• Finish the laundry from the weekend.
• Finish the quilted xmas bowls for Downwood's mom
• Get car toy bags together
• Pack clothes
• Pack winter preparedness stuff in the car
• Get both kiddos a haircut
• Get oil changed in Subaru
• Locate a partridge in a pear tree.
• Drink coffee
• Shake this cold.
• Get shellac manicure Thursday night
• Something else that I'm sure I'm forgetting.

coping mechanisms

My classic coping mechanism to phone calls that are making me crazy at work is to do my nails. I'll carefully apply polish, sometimes in really cool combinations, and use the motion as a way to focus on something other than making someone's head explode with only the power of my brain.

Since I'm going in for my annual shellac manicure tomorrow night, I figured it wouldn't be a great idea to be painting my nails today.

So instead I brought in a tube of henna and started drawing on my hand.

I'm not very good at it yet, but I'll get there. It's therapeutic in the same way as the nail polish - it's something pretty and something to keep me from cursing at the customer.

I have some more calls this morning. We'll see how far up my arm I end up going.