So who knew that when you have kids you build up an immunity to their tiny virus' and if you don't have that immunity they whollop you 50 times as badly as those poor little childrens. I've been a nanny, for Pete's sake, how did I not know this, or never become this ill? Even more reasons to get married and have babies, because I hate being sick.
Also, I was on facebook today, because I am ridiculously obsessed and found a group for alums of my grade school, which was way tiny, so I thought it was funny and checked it out. I found all kinds of people that I used to know, be in various stages of friendship with etc. It was neat to go through photos and check out their lives now, but crazy, too, because what different places everyone is at in their lives! Some people have these crazy busy social lives and others are all settled and family oriented. Not to offend, but back in the day, I guess I was sort of looking for something when I was filling my time with parties and friends and ridiculous fun. I certainly don't regret most of it, but my gosh my life is different now, though not less busy. But it's filled with church stuff, and bible studies, and school...more sedate, I guess. I can't tell you the last time I went to a bar, nor had a party/attended a party that went to the wee hours and I never wanted it to end. I can hardly even picture myself in that scene right now. Hmm. Interesting.
March 3, 2009
March 2, 2009
We can see how well my renewed committment to post more frequently has been going. But I have good reasons, you see. First, that whole third week of February? Boring. And I don't mean that mundane things happened and little was funny. No no, I mean NOTHING happened, not even anything funny. Then, the fourth week of February right up until now? Deathly ill. And I hate to type it because I've only left my friend The Doctor a voicemail about it, and we've not discussed it in person yet, but every time I babysit her kids I get deathly ill and I'm out of work for a week. Seriously, after Thanksgiving? Out of work for a whole week. Sinus infection, on antibiotics and everything. So, now two weekends ago she was in a pinch and I told her I'd babysit. DEATHLY ILL AGAIN! Out of work for a week on anitbiotics and everything except this time I'm not getting better and I think I'm dying. All that to say, not so much with the Couch to 5K plan right now. I think I'll have to start over when this death virus has passed. And I'm not exaggerating, my mom found me sobbing on my bed Saturday night because I was so dang hot with a fever and no amount of medication was touching anything oozing out of me.