Have a Craptastic Day!

Yesterday I woke with high hopes even tweeting "Happy hump day!". I was cheerful as I kissed S goodbye and as I sang along with the radio. Positive thoughts equal positive results right?!

Bullshit.

Upon setting foot in the office my day went to crap. It was a steady flow of problems from start to finish. After one fire was put out another exploded and landed in my lap. Eventually everything was resolved (sorta) but my positive thoughts & good mood had already gone away.

Reflecting back I now realize I set myself up for failure. Thinking it would be a GREAT day. That meant anything less than GREAT would be a sad disappointment. Twisting around in my head I've come up with a solution using reverse psychology.

This new thinking will solve my dilemma. My expectations will be so low even the slightest good thing will be an improvement. An "okay" day will turn into an exceptional day.

"Have a CRAPTASTIC day!" I say to one & all!

The Return of the Living Dead

Unless you follow me on FB, you may not know the reason for my prolonged absence.

I've been Ill. Sick. Unwell. Weak. Fatigued. Achy. Whiny. Dying.

But even worse, I'm not even sure my doctor really knows what the hell was wrong with me.

It started with a dry, scratchy throat on Sunday, then turning to a full blown hacking cough by Monday morning. I figured some Vicks and bed rest would do the trick, but when I woke up with a fever on Tuesday I knew a visit to the doc was necessary.

She took two vials of blood {yes TWO!}, wrote me two {yes TWO!} scripts for cough syrup, slapped my ass and sent me on my way saying it was just a viral infection that would "work itself out."

By Thursday I wasn't sleeping, although I was sweating like one of the Biggest Loser contestants and still coughing my guts up. Sounds like fun huh?

So I called the office back and got a nurse. Not the one I normally see. She said it was the flu and that the CDC had recommended that otherwise healthy people should "just work through it." Are you sensing a pattern?!?

Even when I reiterated just how miserable I was again, Nurse Biznatch just said "That's the flu." in a voice that was a bit too cheery for my taste. Whore.

Anyway long story short I suffered through the weekend before calling again yesterday. My regular nurse said it sounded like the swine flu.

Yes. The SWINE FLU. Remember all that blood they took? Apparently no one ever thought to use it for diagnosis. ~sigh~

She called me in some antibiotics and told me to pick up some Mucinex.

I don't know what it was. They don't know what it was. What I do know is that I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

Word of advice - Wash your hands people. And wash them often.

If it weren't for bad luck...

...I'd have no luck at all!



Taking a leap into an expensive project took a lot of thought. We went back & forth because the economy hasn't been great, business hasn't been great and we're not big risk takers when it comes to financials.

After debating the issue for a while we decided this weekend to have a deck built on the back of our house. We made the arrangements with the builder & paid for the materials.

The next day I discovered that one of our toilets was leaking & had been for a little while. Ugh.

That was fixed on Wednesday.

It was that same day I noticed my car making an odd squeaky noise. Then I noticed it was idling a bit harder than usual. Ugh.

I mentioned it to S when it didn't stop so he made arrangements to take it to the shop today and I was going to drive my "old" car to work.

That should be fixed today when a new water pump is installed.

I get into the car this morning and turn the key. Nothing. I try again and it's still not cutting on so I called S at work to give him more bad news. Ugh.

When he gets there he tries charging the battery but that doesn't seem to be the issue. A few more attempts - nothing.

The car has been sitting in the same place for a while so he rolls it down the driveway just to make sure it's getting gas. Eureka!

That did it thank goodness.

I feel sorta like the "grim reaper" of stuff this week. I wouldn't be surprised if S stop taking my calls.

Hell, I don't want to make anymore calls.

In my estimation I'm due for some good luck so I'm headed out to buy a lottery ticket or two.

That is if my car starts.