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Yes, one more...
Feb. 5th, 2008 06:55 pmMy poor hubby; still at work, dammit. If the folk he has to work with don't get in until 4pm his time, doesn't it make more sense to change his hours? grrr...
And one observation, something for which I'm extremely grateful. I've finally realized that my immune system seems to be functioning at an all time high, despite some stress and a busy schedule. This is truly the first time I can *ever* remember someone in the same household as me getting sick and me NOT getting it...especially when that someone is very loveable and affectionate!
This is a huge deal for me. I guess an admission too, 'cause I was known as being 'sickly' as a kid. Anytime somebody had something, I got it and twice as badly as they'd had it. After getting bronchitis as a result of playing Queen without a cloak, standing in the rain like an idiot, it then upgraded and I used to have pneumonia twice a year like clockwork. One time I commented on it and my mother said, "Well, that's no surprise, sweetie, you've gotten sick every February and every July, just like clockwork" which is probably where I got that phrase in the first place, come to think on it.
That stopped me cold. I said, "Really?" and she nodded. I made up my mind right then and there I wasn't going to be sick any more. I started eating better, we cleaned the ductworks in the house and I got rid of an unneeded 140 extra pounds (as in, I left his sorry ass and got a divorce! Even though it's not sorry anymore which is a good thing; he's happy and I'm delighted!)
Funny, I stopped having pneumonia. I had an occasional cold but now, I'm hardly ever sick and if I am, it's only for a day or so. I pay attention to it, go to bed and take care of myself instead of continuing to push until I do get really sick.
I call that progress.
I also call this a much longer post than I'd intended to make. But Bruce is on his way home now and the Meatloaf Cordon Bleu is in the oven.
And one observation, something for which I'm extremely grateful. I've finally realized that my immune system seems to be functioning at an all time high, despite some stress and a busy schedule. This is truly the first time I can *ever* remember someone in the same household as me getting sick and me NOT getting it...especially when that someone is very loveable and affectionate!
This is a huge deal for me. I guess an admission too, 'cause I was known as being 'sickly' as a kid. Anytime somebody had something, I got it and twice as badly as they'd had it. After getting bronchitis as a result of playing Queen without a cloak, standing in the rain like an idiot, it then upgraded and I used to have pneumonia twice a year like clockwork. One time I commented on it and my mother said, "Well, that's no surprise, sweetie, you've gotten sick every February and every July, just like clockwork" which is probably where I got that phrase in the first place, come to think on it.
That stopped me cold. I said, "Really?" and she nodded. I made up my mind right then and there I wasn't going to be sick any more. I started eating better, we cleaned the ductworks in the house and I got rid of an unneeded 140 extra pounds (as in, I left his sorry ass and got a divorce! Even though it's not sorry anymore which is a good thing; he's happy and I'm delighted!)
Funny, I stopped having pneumonia. I had an occasional cold but now, I'm hardly ever sick and if I am, it's only for a day or so. I pay attention to it, go to bed and take care of myself instead of continuing to push until I do get really sick.
I call that progress.
I also call this a much longer post than I'd intended to make. But Bruce is on his way home now and the Meatloaf Cordon Bleu is in the oven.
