I've been feeling "meh" lately. I went for blood tests this morning. I've been dragging my cute tushie everywhere over the past month or so. I'm starting to think the diagnosis of influenza may have been wrong.
I'm generally a "hyper" kind of person... mind always racing, but not so much lately.
I'm still off work and I frankly don't expect I'll see my office until next year unless the blood tests identify something that a quick course of meds can fix.
I should be worried about the year-end stuff that has to be finalized, but I'm not and that's not like me. I answer emergency calls from work when I'm in cell phone range while I'm on vacation... my work cell has been turned off.
I can't concentrate as my thoughts are strewn every which way, like the wrapping paper on Christmas morn.
I love my daughter, I have the most wonderful man in my life, but I'm tired.
I enjoy reading (although sometimes I end up reading the same page over again...) - plus I can do this lying down...
I enjoy cooking the foods my mother cooked when I was a child before the holidays (which included a really good "tourtière" or meat pie this weekend)- it's the cleaning up that wipes me out and then I need to lie down.
I enjoy snuggling with Sharkdog (except when she farts - ugh) - also done lying down!
I enjoy watching old movies I haven't seen in ages... like "Anastasia" with Yul Brynner and Ingrid Bergman - the chesterfield is dang comfy to lie down on...
I keep starting my sentences with "I"...
But I'm tired.
I have headaches, body pains... did I mention I'm tired?
I'm looking forward to the time I will get to spend with my daughter in the days leading up to Christmas and the precious few days I will have with the man that holds my heart over New Years. Their hugs make everything better.
So, Dianne, Slyde, Irish Gumbo, Lisa... no need to kick anyone's butt.
Except maybe the asshats that named their kids Adolf Hitler and Aryan Nation... cause they? Are asking for it.
Or maybe the nurse that took my blood and used a surgical tape that seems to go from my armpit to my wrist... man, that's going to sting when I rip it off.