Just wondering if I am the only person that tends to eat more when they are sick. It's like, I feel bad, so I go around the house eating whatever I can get my hands on hoping that it will be the magical thing that will make me feel better. In the end, I'm still sick and now my pants are tight too.
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Have fun with more Wordless Wednesday.
My humble and sincere thanks to all veterans who have served to keep my country and my liberties safe. My heart goes out to all of you, especially to those who have made serious sacrifices. While I go about my daily business and snuggle down safe and sound in my bed, many of you are guarding a wall, battling with the enemy, or rescuing people off rooftops during a natural disaster. Some of you are tipping your last-call glasses of beer down in the halls of the American Legion or the Veterans of Foreign Wars. Your time of service has passed, yet a part of you lives always in the men and women who now serve. Some of you are praying, alone or in groups, that all sons and daughters, wives and husbands, brothers and sisters, and parents are home by the next Veterans Day. You know He can grant your prayers, but it's unlikely given the evil in the world.
Many of you will march in parades -- some of you will be escorted in your wheelchairs -- and be either encouraged by the numbers of people who gather and wave flags along the parade route or disappointed by the numbers, which seem to dwindle more each year. But you should know that the intensity of pride and sincerity of gratitude from just a few who gather are much richer, fuller, and sweeter than all the speeches, blog posts,and five-minute clips on the late news hours.
Some of you are homeless. We can argue about whether you are crazy or on drugs or a victim of the recession or whatever it is that makes you chronically without shelter, but I am at a loss as to how this could happen in my country. With the billions of dollars we borrowed from the Chinese to give to banks and companies who turned around and thumbed their noses at us while they got massages and played golf at an exotic resort, we couldn't spare a couple or three to shelter people who, conscientiously or not, went and stood in the way of bullets when others did not? I apologize to you, for both looking the other way and not being sincere enough to promise you I will not do it again. But I know that you sacrifice to this day for what you did for your country and I live in the grace of your sacrifice.
Some of you are recuperating in a hospital, trying to recover physically, mentally, or spiritually. Some of you are being taken care of by people who care about you, and some of you were forced to endure deplorable conditions at a military hospital, where people were supposed to care for you and try to make you whole as possible, in the name of the American people whom you served. I cannot understand this breach of faith and I'm angered by it, as I believe other Americans were, but like other government-run horror shows it appears to have been easy to sweep under the rug.
I am one of those people who get a lump in their throat when they see an American flag backlit by the sun's rays. A sucker for icons, I get it when anyone plays the national anthem, even though I love "America the Beautiful" a thousand times better, or a color guard comes out onto a baseball field, or some jets fly over a memorial. The arresting sight of a string of motorcycle guards heading to a funeral to protect a grieving family from a bunch of evil nutcase protesters from a Topeka church makes me want to pull in line and follow them to their destination.
But I get downright weepy when I walk through the tombstones of Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery, whether they mark the graves of Civil War soldiers, entire crews of planes shot down in World War II, or soldiers from other conflicts. And, even though some of the graves are for World War II and Vietnam vets from my own family, the the saddest to me are the newer graves of people who have died in recent wars.
I mourn those men and women who kept the wolf at bay.
And thank those who today still keep it from my door.
I got hit with the flu last Tuesday. I can pinpoint the moment it happened, so I know it's the flu and not a cold. For 5 days it was pretty brutal, but all things considered it could have been much worse (for example, unlike some folks with the flu, I was not on life support or dead). The worst of it was the unbelievable pain in my lungs and chest. Then for a couple of days I woke up feeling a little bit better. This morning, though, I can barely stand up.
I don't know why I'm feeling so dizzy. I stepped on the scale and found that I'd lost several pounds. I feel nausea with accompanying waves of overwhelming anxiety. I'm shaking like a mad person and feel absolutely horrible throughout my entire body - and a little scared that this might be more than just the flu.
Anyone have these sorts of symptoms with the flu? I'm in an area rampant with both the seasonal and swine flu variations, with verified cases of both, so it could be either of them (or either of them with something else). I've got a doctor's appointment for tomorrow - anything I should ask him about that I can't think of right now? I've checked online for symptoms and they vary WILDLY so I'm wondering if anyone has info to share.
Please keep your fingers crossed for me... I'm working on a freelance assignment and while dealing with this flu I've still been able to indulge in the joys of a home office, but I can't afford to be flattened down sick right now. I hope that you and your loved ones are healthy and can get the vaccine for both flu versions this year! Wash your hands and cough in your sleeves!
xo
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Thankfully we use a lot less hairspray, we dress much more casually and have a whole lot less drama!
Today marks 8 years of marriage for J & I. What crazy times we have had, together. This morning we reflected on how far we have come and where we are going. How nice it will be that on our Tenth Anniversary we might be able to head out on the town to celebrate!
Tonight we are going to tuck in our children, then order some take out, watch a movie and enjoy each other.
ps ... kids still sick. Becs had a fever yesterday and took a nap for the first time in a long long time. Ethan has energy but feels like poo. Not a nice combination. Not fun for a newly potty trained kid to have diarrhea either. *sigh* Light at the end of the tunnel .... there is a light, I cannot see it ... but it is there!
Originally published at Creative Thoughts. You can comment here or there.
Thanfuly we use a lot less hairspray, we dress much more casually and have a whole lot less drama!
Today marks 8 years of marriage for J & I. What crazy times we have had, together. This morning we reflected on how far we have come and where we are going. How nice it will be that on our Tenth Anniversary we might be able to head out on the town to celebrate!
Tonight we are going to tuck in our children, then order some take out, watch a movie and enjoy each other.
ps ... kids still sick. Becs had a fever yesterday and took a nap for the first time in a long long time. Ethan has energy but feels like poo. Not a nice combination. Not fun for a newly potty trained kid to have diarrhea either. *sigh* Light at the end of the tunnel .... there is a light, I cannot see it ... but it is there!
Originally published at Creative Thoughts. You can comment here or there.
The kids are slowly starting to feel better. Becca is still home from school, claiming she needs one more day. She was willing to chill out in bed this morning for over an hour, so I have no doubt she is still feeling yucky. Recovery from this is slow and has come in spurts.
I am so tired. I think my body is fighting the good fight. I feel so new at everything. Like I haven't been a parent for five years. I don't like it.
Do you ever feel lke you have to start over? Learn everything new again?
What's the oldest article of clothing you own? Bonus points if you show us a photo!
If by this you mean the oldest piece of clothing that is mine and worn by me (not antique clothing), then it would have to be my giant blue sweatshirt from high school - it's a Coconut Joe sweatshirt.
It's the only piece I have left. I would have had more but I had a zen-like purging of my closet not long ago, getting rid of cheating boyfriend's concert shirts and other assorted items from decades ago. Never mind that it's all just crap taking up space, who needs to look at stuff and be reminded of how shitty people can be?
Considering I was wearing maternity clothes right up until a few years ago (and my kids are no longer babies) then it's pretty embarrassing to even admit having saved this ancient stuff in the first place. I have new clothes now, I've lost a huge amount of weight, and I'm happy to rid my house of bad juju from people who do not wish you well. And in this new house my closet is a walk-in and HUUUUGE, so no need to have anything bouncing around in there that I don't want to see. Even my storage areas are happy places :)
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For today I will be cleaning the house and trying to wipe this feeling of exhausted state out.
The kids are still under the weather, however feeling much better. They are outside while J does some yard work. They are edgey and hard to deal with. There is a lot of whining and discontent.
Am I the only one that struggles not to forget they are feeling ill? My patience is zapped.
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Becca is feeling better, she still has a sore throat but she is definitely on the up swing. Let's hope she continues. Cordelia is nursing nonstop but is generally in a good mood, content like always.
This is so way stressful. Having sick kids at the best of times is rough. I am so feeling cabin fever but cannot bring myself to leave the house.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
