Sunday, January 4, 2009

TB and the Flu Do NOT Mix

Oh geez. I haven't been this sick in a long time - and I'm the queen of being sick.

It all started with the TB, of course. My chest hurt, my head hurt, everything hurt. Then we made the mistake of visiting those germ-infested midgets otherwise known as our grands. Daisy was okay; she had gotten over her cold the week before. Lily, though, was still sick, and that's all it took. Hubster got what she had and very kindly passed it to me. Since I catch everything under the sun anyway, I really got whacked with the flu. The doctor had warned me to avoid people with colds, the flu, or anything else contagious. Well... it didn't quite work out that way.


This is the disease-ridden little Smurf who gave us the death rattle.

You see, with TB, it's already in my lungs. Getting the flu (or any other thing which settles in your chest), makes things VERY painful. Now there's not a square inch of me (except for my snatch), which doesn't hurt, produce bloody phlegm, cause my head to feel like it's going to explode, or a bunch of other lovely things which seem to happen simultaneously. The big fear is pneumonia. If I get that, then it's time for the hospital. Just what I need, especially since this is moving week.

If there's one saving grace, it's that it didn't cost that much more to have the moving dudes pack everything for us. So all we have to do is sit back and direct them as to what we want packed. Every day this week (other than Monday), is like a horror show. We're actually leaving a week from Monday, so that will give us time to clean the house. I want my deposit back. We're also taking the car to Carmax to sell it on Tuesday. Since nobody is buying anything with this economy, we figured it would be the best way. Yes, we're losing money by doing it this way, but at least we'll get some money. We need to pay for the move, after all.



That's my hotrod. I sure hate to let it go, but I'm really trying to simplify my life. We don't need two cars; besides, I'll be riding the bike all year except for the winter. Those trees are sure going to smell great as I'm cruising along. True, the Bird is a convertible (that hardtop comes off), but it's not quite the same.

I still can't believe that we're moving so far away. It doesn't seem real. I don't think it will seem real until all the furniture and other stuff is gone. It's good, though - a whole new area, new friends, just me and Hubster - we really need this. I feel guilty for moving when Mom has the potential for being sick, but I can't stay until I'm sure everybody is well. Something is always going to come up, and I can always be back up here in about nine hours if I need to be.

A bit of good news came along late last week. Rachel (Yarn-a-Go-Go) was asking for a volunteer to knit a test sweater for her (I think for the book). I dropped her a note saying that I would love to do it and not thinking that she would chose me. I figured a bunch of other people would jump at the chance. I was wrong - I don't know how many other people volunteered, but she chose me! I just bought the yarn and only have to buy a circular needle which I don't have, and I'm in business. It's a Gansey-style with raglan sleeves; the pattern is a knit/purl diamond design on the center panel with cables on the two side panels, so I'm doing it in a light lavender, sort of heathered, color. I think it will be gorgeous. I'll post pictures when it's done. I'm quite honored to have been chosen for the job; it will be a nice change of pace from knitting socks.

Speaking of pictures, I know I've been light on them of late. I've been so sick for so long that I haven't been able to do anything. But here's a little something which may amuse you:


Emma has decided that it's comfy for her to lay on your chest and cuddle against you. This is what used to be that adorable little creature that fit on my chest. Now she's a giant 50-lb. sausage with legs that covers my entire torso. It's okay, though - she's nice and warm.


This is my 90-year old grandma at Christmas. She giggles (which I think is adorable), so Hubster caught her giggling. That fat hand pointing at her is mine.


This, of course, is the bad-ass bike. It's a shitty picture, but it was overcast outside and wasn't conducive to good picture-taking. Since our garage is so crowded, we couldn't get the whole thing in one picture, but at least you get to see the front of it. I'll get a better picture of it posted when I have it outside (hopefully I can at least polish it this week).

I think that's about all the news. Since I don't have to pack or do anything horrible, I'm going to sleep for a while and then try to work on the shop. My poor artists - they've been so patient with me while I've been going through all this. I'll try and make it up to you, I promise. Oh... speaking of the shop, if you order anything beginning this Wednesday, it won't go out for about two weeks. While I'm keeping the shop open, I won't be available to mail anything out. I have to put everything in place in my new studio. That's the fun part of moving - putting things in a new place and making your new house look like a home.

We're going home.


Laura Neal said...

Grandma is so cute. It is nice to see that she still giggles. Emma is huge!
Love the color of your speed machine! I love purple! I had my top dropped on my roadster yesterday because it was freaking 80F here! It was nice weather. I ended up sitting inside with a bunch of drunks and laughing my ass off! Hilarious!
Everyone needs a good laugh every once in a while. I even got carded at the grocery store when I went on a beer run. I felt like a million many 38 yr olds do you know who get carded? The kid apologized to me and I let him know he made my evening!
Enjoy yourself on your move, I personally hate moving! Be safe and I hope you feel better!

Bezzie said...

Wow. I never thought I'd say this--but I hope your flu stays the flu!! Ha ha!

Have a good move. I hate moving--but it's so nice when it's all done!

Qutecowgirl said...

What a cute picture of grandma!!! and of Emma - my has she grown. My Snick has the habit of sitting on my feet and I am so loving it now she is my personal feet warmer!

I too hate moving - so here is to it all going well and fast!!

Syd said...

OK getting a little concerned here....are you healing up? Move OK? Let us know how your doing please...lots of prayers always heading your way. 1/24/09