Pardon Me, that’s just my head falling off

Oh, yes. The post last Saturday filled with joyous anticipation of a lovely, heart-filled holiday?

Crushed by one big bad stomach virus and illness cocktail.

On Sunday, I had a really bad day. Vomiting in the girl’s bathroom at my son’s elementary school? That could have been a Kodak moment, especially when you factor in the cute little girl who asked me if I was OK while I was trying to wash out my mouth with water from one of those trick faucets that dispenses .05 seconds of water at a time.

Monday, equally as tragic. I had a deadline for work (on President’s Day… who makes major deadlines on a semi-holiday anyway???) so I worked in between thinking about curling up in a ball in bed and wishing the world away.

Yesterday I felt marginally better, and then today I woke up with a migrane. Is the illness coming back? Oh, geez. I certainly can’t miss my favorite show, Lost, tonight.

The good news? S. and David are fine.

The bad news? My head feels like a nuclear bomb ready to explode.

That would be gross.

Hungry like the wolf

Still recovering from the ickies (they took a lot longer to get rid of than I hoped). The good news is we are all now on the path to wellness again.

Speaking of wellness, I am now officially “back on the wagon” with my diet. Being sick gave me a five pound head start, and yesterday I went back to Wei.ght W.atchers. The good news is I gained no weight over the holidays! The bad news is I am still fat. And hungry.

Oh hell, it is what it is I guess. …Baby steps.

David started his first season of basketball last Sunday. Much like soccer, basketball and 5/6 year-olds are a sight to see in action. Picture a bunch of kids under the basket with hands up in the air and clueless faces. lol. David seems to like it. He does great with shooting, but not so great dribbling. We bought a (real) basketball over the weekend and are working on that. Since I played basketball as a youth, I now finally have the chance to show David my “mad basketball skillz”. bwahahaha. If I remember them.

Lastly, an update on the donor cycle. Nothing happened over the holidays due to vacations and merriment. I don’t have a schedule yet, but hoping to soon. I got a call from the donor coordinator today, and the donor is still “on” (she has an appt. with the RE on the 27th), and is awaiting a new cycle to start. So, no birth control pills or Lupron yet on the horizon. Suffice to say that nothing interesting will be going on the remainder of this month at least. Not that it matters much, my schedule is pretty open and nothing significant is coming up that will conflict with the plan.

I am happy to be in a place right now of zen.

Concentrating on self-improvement and resting up for what the New Year holds in store.

Update from the Sick house

“Sick” as in illness, not “totally rad” (hey, I’m an 80’s girl) or, what is it that the new generation defines sick? Like, awesome? phat? solid? fischnizzle?

Yeah, I’m SO not cool. Don’t torture me.

So, S. is still sick, but marginally better so he’s back to work. I am working (sorta), if you consider bringing my laptop to bed working. Or, the hour-long power naps I’ve been taking, oh…. every other HOUR.

I’ve had ear pain. Head congestion. A cough that rattles so bad it could wake the dead.

And David? Well, he’s just fine. How we managed not to infest him with the germs is beyond me, although lately I HAVE been toting my can of lysol around the house.

In MILESTONE news, David lost two teeth!!

His bottom front two teeth fell out on New Year’s eve and last Sunday. If I was feeling better, I would post a pic, but, alas, I am not in the mood for uploading from my camera.

Let it be known that David has noted that the Tooth Fairy is cheap for only leaving him 3 dollars for each tooth (he wanted $10!).

And so goes the last week of the first week of 2009.

Go Fish!

So it’s only the second day of the new year, and it begins with two of us sick.

We’ve been pretty lucky lately, avoiding the sickies. S. even escaped his annual sinus infection (or so we thought). D. is his usual healthy self.

Then, the day before New Year’s eve, S. got really sick. It started off as sinus-related, and morphed into a coughing frenzy. So I spent New Year’s eve ringing it in (alone). Just me and Dick Clark (and that annoying Ryan Seacrest).

I was feeling a little odd, but stayed up until 1am anyway. What can I say? I just had to watch the B-list entertainment on TV.

I woke up yesterday feeling very tired, and woozy. Odd, since no alcohol passed my lips the evening before. By last evening, I was coughing, hacking, and sleepless. Illness #1 for 2009.

Today, sick. And since S. is back to work, I have the whole day to be sick and play with D.

Let’s see… so far we’ve conquered space and the martian population, played three games of Hungry Hungry Hippos, built a Lego masterpiece, played cards, and used a crane to save the firemen from the burning wreckage of a building.

And it’s only 11am.

Care to join me?