Through the years, I’ve come across some blogs who incessantly post “poor, pitiful me” stories. My husband is terrible (I’m NOT saying that); our finances are in shambles (I’m NOT saying that either); my dog pees on the floor (I MIGHT be saying that); I’m overworked, underpaid, not appreciated . . you know what I’m talking about. Have you seen those type blogs? Do you ever go back to them?
Early in my blogging years, and I feel so old when I say that, I figured everyone had their own troubles and no one needed to hear mine, unless I could make light of it and cause a smile.
But, when I’m sick, you just have to feel sorry for me and how else would you know I was sick if I didn’t blog about it, right?
OK . . I thought you would understand and see it my way!
Here in central Texas, and in a few other areas mostly around Texas, we have something called cedar fever. It isn’t really fever but it’s a fairly severe allergic reaction to the cedar pollen. They say it takes about 3 years of living in it to be sensitized to it and not everyone suffers from it. I am one of the lucky ones! We came here in 2011 and I went back this morning and looked at my medical records online and in January, 2014; January, 2015 and today . . I was at the doctor getting antibiotics and steroid shots.
When I say I sneeze 50 times a day, that’s a conservative guess. Early last week, I was going to do the doctor, then my friend, Carolyn, wrote me about an OTC med that she thought worked wonders, so I got that and thought I was going to be good.
I truly seem to be one of those people who don’t stop til I drop and yesterday, I was fine all day. Made bread shortly after lunch; went over to the sewing room and made the bunny ear bag. Came back to the house about 3:30 and when I sat down . . there was no getting up. I felt horrible! Vince came in and I said “I have beans started in the pressure cooker but I can’t finish dinner.” Really, I was not doing well. I didn’t even want anything to eat – a sure sign I’m really, seriously ill. By about 8:30, I was freezing . . heater turned up, jacket on. I had a low fever but not enough to where I thought I should feel so bad.
Now, here’s where you’ll really be feeling sorry for me! You know how much I detest shopping . . even when I feel good!
This evening, I was feeling a little better and wanted to go to the Runaway Train and get some of their yummy broccoli soup. Vince agreed BUT he said “Want to go to Aldi when we’re done eating?” NO! But, always trying to win that Good Wife Award, I said OK. Of course, one stop shopping is never on Vince’s agenda so we went to Burke’s. I got a few goodies there. Then we went to Aldi and because he knows I won’t pitch a fit, screaming and pulling my hair out until he’s gone to three places . . so we went to Kroger. By then, it was dark, and the chickens were not locked up, the heater wasn’t on in the greenhouse, and I was not feeling great so I very nicely (really!) said “OK. We’ve been to three places and you know that’s my limit. Let’s.Go.Home!
Home, sweet home! Finally!