Phlegmatic Humor

Well, I've got bronchitis and the antibiotics are helping, but I'm coughing up yucky stuff from my chest. It just burns and hurts slightly less.

Got the Buzz blankie and doll dropped off on the way back from the doctor's yesterday. Last night, I was falling asleep at the computer because every time I laid down, my chest got bad and I could barely breathe, so I sat up until 2am coughing and playing Runescape because chopping wood on there is easy and requires little attention and I could hold my head up while I did it.

I slept til 11am, got up and made burgers for me and the boy. The boy goes back to school tomorrow unless he wakes up ickier. I think that's darned near impossible, but the pediatrician and I are talking, so we'll see.

My husband is a lazy hog. I went out to the kitchen and thought I would burst into tears. It looked like the Clean House fairy called her sister, the Filthy House fairy,and paid her a whole butt-ton of money to fuck up my kitchen. I put away the clean dishes from the dishwasher and loaded it with dirty ones. I tossed away some trash. Then I felt bone tired.

So I went back to bed where I couldn't get warm. I can't find my thryoid, which I think would help, but I'm feeling too braindead tired to give a darn.

I'm going to bed.

Things I know about Poland...

• I know how to say a few things in Polish from dating a Pole way back when. Among these key phrases are "male milk," "oh my goodness," and "cat."



• Communism sucked for them.



• Most Poles are bi or tri-lingual.



• And now, apparently, Poland has snails. I guess they should. It just hadn't occurred to me. And apparently, someone has a lot of time on their hands in Poland. (The customary adolescent jokes about snail trails may apply).

The boy is pretty sick -- some bug that thinks his chest might be good to move to. I made him homemade soup in the crock pot. I had been planning potato leek soup, but I cut a leek into the chicken and called it good. In an hour or so, I'll toss a cup of rice in it. For now, chicken, leeks, potatoes, carrots, and celery grace my soup.

I'll get to potato leek soup in a few days.

I'm fighting the infection, too. I can't find my byetta which just pisses me off. It's the one thing that will keep my sugars in check, while I'm sick. I know it's in the fridge, but

On the plus side, I will want to sit up with the chest stuff, so I can get pretty far with Genny's dress projects on my machine. :) I'm mid-blanky for a friend's grandkid. Her daughter's family had the most awful November I can imagine.

They'd been living with my friend and husband and finally got their own place and they'd moved in in one day and were in boxes. They had had a baby in July, and brought her to sleep with them. They set up a port-a-crib near a window with the 1.5 year old girl and the 2.5 year old boy -- best buds and sibs. At 6am, they were awakened by the boy screaming his head off and found the girl hanging slumped forward in the crib with the venetian blind cord wrapped around her neck with hardly a heart beat.

Because they didn't have a phone yet, they ran outside trying to hysterically ask the construction guys for help. Husband was sputtering, while wife administered CPR. Wife stopped CPR to scream, "Dial 911!"

After being careflighted to the hospital, the little one passed. Dad had lost his job the day they moved to compound matters. Because my friend is beloved in the community and this was such a horrible tragedy, a fund was started to help this family, so they've been able to pay rent and bury their child.

Remember the little boy? I asked my friend about him. It's not that I don't care, but rather that I already know the parents are in hell. He's taken to some weird comfort behaviors in the absence of his sis, like chewing through the arms of his clothes and gnawing on himself. He likes Buzz Lightyear, so I found a very inexpensive Buzz doll and made him a Toy Story blanket. I'm giving it to my friend tomorrow. I'm hoping that it gives him comfort that gnawing probably isn't.

I am also making a pooh blanket for the baby.

And yeah, I keep smooching on my kids.

It's hard to catch things up sometimes. I got a job, I lost it. I have determined that teaching is too physically taxing on my knee as long as I am this heavy.

I'm looking into vocational rehab. I don't know what I will end up doing with my life, but I'm looking forward to whatever that is.

The house is cleaner which means I feel better. That's a good thing. My sugars are better. I'm taking an hba1c soon, but I already know it'll be better.

I'm hopeful for a change.