I thought yesterday was a bad day. Welcome to March 12! Mouse texted around noon or thereabouts: “Is Dad stuck in a dungeon somewhere? I’ve been texting him and he isn’t answering.” Well. Dad was not answering because he was flat on his back in bed suffering from one of the nastiest cold viruses to hit these parts in a while. How did I know that? Because I was hanging out on the Green Couch sick with the same virus.
I was not as sick (today, anyway) as the GG but I chose to work from home (take *that*, Marissa!). It was one of those awful raw March days when the temperature hangs around in the low 30s and the skies are not sunny all day and Mother Nature was spitting little bits of snow and stuff at us from time to time. Dressing up even in the comfortable style of biz-caz that I wear to work was too much, especially a certain undergarment that I hate even on a good day! Also, I did *not* want to infect all of my co-workers.
There was a meeting at two this afternoon that my virus-addled brain *thought* I had to present at, so around 1:15 or so, I struggled into that dreaded undergarment and the warmest biz-caz clothing I could dredge up, faarrrred up the Frog Hopper, turned on the butt warmer (yes I use it), and trundled on over to the office, through a snow/sleet/hail/whatever storm. The LSCHP took one look at me and boomed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Turned out I did *not* have to present but I was there for an hour and fifteen minutes and when the meeting ended, the LSCHP boomed, “GO HOME!”
The GG is still pretty sick but he’s eating and chugging water and tangerine juice, etc. I am ambulatory but nervous as all getout about having the proverbial other shoe drop. My only hope is that I RARELY get head or body aches, even when sick. Famous last words…
It does kind of amaze me that I can’t even remember the last time I had a cold. How did I get through the last, horrible year of The Commander’s life without ever getting sick? I galumphed around like an Amazon the whole time, even those dark days when she had c. diff and we had to suit up just to go into her hospital room. That was just awful and we eventually resorted to making nervous, unfunny jokes about spores during that period…
Yesterday’s drama? Yeesh. An Apple Store trip. A *decent* genius bar guy who didn’t treat me like an idiot. A decision to buy a new laptop instead of sending mine away to be eviscerated and rejuvenated. An argument about that. Another trip to the Apple Store (by a different person, who probably shouldn’t have been out at all). A new laptop, *plus* the “old” one has been sent off for repair. When he left, I thought the plan was just to refurbish the “old” one and now I am feeling sorta like I need to burp Tregurtha or something.
I do appreciate everyone’s concern yesterday but it was just stupid first-world problems (and some bad behavior) and by the time I managed to get around to posting, I had nothing. Except the old Paul Bunyan (or whatever it is) down there at Brady Park.
Oh, what was Mouse texting about? Lumber for raised garden beds to put in the Landfill back yard! Something to look forward to!