Saturday I woke up sick...but a normal, identifiable sick this time...I left work early and came home to nap. Ryan offered to take me to work if I helped pull a rim off a car at the U-Pull-It, so we headed out and got a damned tire.Before that, though, the cat decided to attack the baker's rack and brought down our two cobalt glass chalices, our meade bottle from our first "date", and our handfasting candle. The bottle and the candle survived somehow...the chalices did not. It was very sad. The one I've had since I was 11 or 12, the other was a gift for our houseblessing. We had intended to use it in our handfasting. :( Oh, and my Galileo thermometer is no more. Still, I guess it could've been worse. Work was interesting with no voice and little lung capacity, but I muddled through. Ryan picked me up, and I came home to get a little sleep before work. This is where the craziness begins. Ryan was ecstatic because his grandmother had given him her coveted secret pierogi recipe, so he decided to make a batch for yesterday's Yule celebration. He started around 10pm, and was still cooking when it was time for me to get up for work. Still feeling sick, and he being exhausted, we headed for the airport. They let me leave early, and I came home to rest before heading out. Ryan was still asleep, and we both ended up sleeping just a little too long. We woke up, sped through the remainder of the cooking, super showered, and headed out. Our Google directions were terrible, so we ended up getting lost, but we weren't TOO late this time...

Yule was fantastic and full of insight for the coming seasons. As one of my last mesages was to plant my seeds int he winter instead of the spring, I was curious as to what messages would come to me on the holiday that heralds the coming of winter. I do have to say, it was an interesting night. Carm sets a beautiful table, and dinner was fantastic. Our pierogies and swedish meatballs were a hit, and everyone seemed in high spirits. We spent some time talking to Carm once everyone had gone home, then headed home ourselves.

Thir morning I woke up unable to swallow, hear, or stand. Wonderful. Ryan helped me sit up, and we decided there was no way I;d make it through a day on the curb. I called out, he went to work, and I have an appointment for 3:00. Apparently they need to "re-evaluate my condition" to see if I'm still sick. Hah. Fantastic. If it turns out to be this pituitary gland thing I'm making a shirt that says, "I'm really sick, but it's all in my head."

In any case, off I go...showet and doctor time...

Pituitary gland? Isn't that basically a hormone regulator? I really hope something isn't wrong with yours, last thing you (or anyone, for that matter) need is 24/7 PMS.
» Illicit on 2008-12-16 05:16:36

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