Itchy Feet

Lunch at 2:30 p.m., only to come back and find I have a monster tape which turns out to be a complicated letter for Alvin, a phone message relating to something else and Sonia getting in my face about computer stuff that really isn't that important. Plus a small snafu on the game Wiki that is entirely my idiocy and the cramping that signals that no, I haven't reached menopause yet.

Gym this afternoon, cramping or no (tired of my body calling the shots) and then a long hot shower or bath. Maybe with something nice smelling. Find my zen again.

I would really like for today to be over so I can go home, heatpack my shoulder and take some of [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s heavy-duty back pain meds. This whole "new stress symptom!" thing is getting tiring, especially when it feels like someone's jabbing me in the shoulder blade with a hot knife.

So, on Boxing Day I got the flu. Nothing major, a bit of a cough, seemed to be doing okay. Then yesterday? Augh. Razor blades in my throat, temperature up and down like a rollercoaster, sick as the proverbial dog. I came home from the pub early and passed out in bed, and that's where I still am.

Fortunately, we have a houseguest who does a pretty good job at looking after people, so I've had juice, meds, breakfast and entertainment, when I'm actually awake.

Which is about to end again - eyes are heavy and the body is demanding rest to fight this thing.

Just once I'd like to wake up refreshed after a night's sleep. No dreams, bad or otherwise, no waking up in the middle of the night, no grinding my teeth, no hitting snooze on my alarm clock every time it goes off.

Kind of 'meh', today. Small things are irritating me, and I have to slog down to the medical clinic near the Eaton Center during my lunch hour because the one I tried to go to last night had closed early. My meds run out four days before my next appointment, so I need to find someone who will give me a script for five Cipralex. And it has to be today, since tomorrow I'm going to London after work. Whee for running around like a mad thing when I'd rather be sitting somewhere warm eating.

My patience levels are also kind of low, as is my sense of humour. I've got the gym planned tonight (as well as dishes, kitty litter and garbage) and the house to myself for a bit, so that will help, but I need to get through today without snapping at someone, which will be an interesting exercise.

The printer servers at work are down, also. Which means not a lot I can do until they come back up.

Edit: Given the printers are still down, I took off for a half hour or so to the walk in clinc on Yonge. Waited maybe fifteen minutes, was in and out with a prescription in less than five. Now all I have to do is get it filled. One less thing on the mental to-do list.

...when you wake up to find one of your cats (I'm looking at you, Angel) has thrown up on your bed at some point during the night.

*sigh*

It's the capper of a 'perfect' evening, I can tell you. And I didn't have time to wash the duvet and cover because Jane's in this morning for a fly-by visit and I had to get my arse to work. In the snow. Uphill both ways.

Okay, maybe not the last.

Duvet got sprayed with stain remover, rooms got sprayed with kitty prozac (there's a pheramone spray which calms the little buggers down and after last night, they need it) and I'll deal with it when I get home. As well as empty the kitty litter, the trash, do the dishes and buy cat food.

No-one better irk me today, that's all I'm saying.

Still, at least my hair looks good today. The rest of me is fat and squishy, but I have good hair.

So, I was right in my guess about getting sick, although I hadn't anticipated on the form it would take. I've had a crazy fever for the past two days and haven't been up for much beyond lying on the couch or in bed, alternatively kicking blankets off or pulling them on with my teeth chattering. It's really getting old, fast.

Awoke to bad news for a dear friend. It seems to be that kind of month. Thinking of you.

Ow. I feel like someone's taken to me with a baseball bat.

To explain: as part of the new Ministry, they've finally decided that yes, we do in fact need to move. In fact, there's a sort of shuffle going on with probably half the lawyers we have - this after the new furniture that arrived in May and required us to pack and unpack everything then. On Friday I moved my desk (yes! no more fishbowl!) and today I packed and moved Jane's office (the person whose office she's moving into is away on leave and still has all her stuff in boxes from the furniture, so those we dumped in an empty cubicle), packed all of Alvin's stuff, packed and moved another lawyer, who is also away and into whose office Rebecca is moving, moved a large filing cabinet, and packed and moved two-thirds of Rebecca's stuff. And now I am in so much pain you wouldn't believe it. Paper cuts, grazes, bruises, strained muscles... you name it.

Still, got a lot done, which means less to do tomorrow. Get the move over and done with, that's pretty much my philosophy atm.

The router continues to be a pain, dropping out and coming back up every five minutes, which makes chat pretty impossible. I'm going to buy a new one on Thursday, once I've been paid.

Still sick, which means day 4 of feeling bloated and gassy and vaguely nauseous. Gravol is my friend, except for the part where it's trying to knock me out. At work, since I can't afford to skip any more,even though I went home early yesterday. Doctor's appointment tomorrow.

Edit: Ugh, and now I have to take minutes for an hour and a half meeting. With the fuzzy Gravol brain. I should have stayed home. :P

So, back at gym for all of a week, and on the tails of a pretty blah weekend, I'm just starting to get my shit together again and what do we have? Apparent food poisoning. I've been stomach crampy and nauseous all day, and visiting the bathroom every couple of hours. Whee.

I'm skipping baseball, band night and anything to do with being social, which is exactly what I needed on top of last weekend. Not.

I hate my body so much right now. All I want is to curl up on the couch and have someone bring me juice and sympathy. :(

Well, this is one of the more disgusting flus I've had for a while. I won't traumatise people with the details, but ew.

Sick as a dog this morning, but still dragged myself in since a) I don't have sick leave and can't afford the day off/I need to accrue some actual leave time for May and b) Alvin's expenses need doing. Fortunately, I've inputted everything for the last financial year, now I just have to coax him through the onerous task of copying a spreadsheet, pasting it into the input box of IFIS, and then clicking the submit button. It'd be funny if there wasn't the example of last year, where he managed to screw it up every single time.

This financial year? Monthly fucking expense claims. No more of this 'lets spend three days collating the expense claims for the entire year' bullshit.

Five positives, to counter the blah of recent posts:

1) I had my session with the personal trainer yesterday at the gym and I a) completed the course despite being sick and b) am not crippled with pain today. Nice to know I'm not as hopelessly unfit as I had thought, although I'm reconsidering tonight in the face of mucus and the coughing up thereof.

2) I've got Alvin's expense spreadsheets all ready for him - four months' worth processed in an hour and a half. I rock.

3) I have home made tuna casserole for lunch.

4) My hair, despite being a bit long, has been very well behaved lately, giving me some very Attractive Hair Days.

5) I practiced guitar on Monday. :)