Yesterday started out much better; I was productive at work and got loads accomplished and afterwards I went to Inman Perk for a chai and some quality Harry Potter time. After picking Hope up around 5 p.m. I came home and started cooking dinner.
While I was cooking I decided to check my bank account online. Oh holy fuck. What the hell did I do?
Needless to say I had to make a frantic and tearful phone call to my mom to borrow some money. I felt terrible; I hate having to ask my parent's for help. It makes me feel like a lousy mother as well; I can't even take care of Hope by myself.
Dad came to the rescue and sat down with me and looked at my budget and offered a few helpful suggestions. While Dad was over Inky Darcy popped up and he always makes me feel better. As I was getting Hope ready for bed and tucked in, Inky started putting together this buffet- thing I got for cheap (had been $399.99, bought for $59.99). That thing took several hours to get together and he practically had me in stitches the entire time quoting nearly all of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
So the night ended wonderfully.
Then I woke up this morning and promptly threw-up. And, no, it isn't the nine-month-flu! I had some medication changed recently, and just started something new on Sunday. Beginning new meds always makes me ill. Anyhoo, I couldn't shake that feeling that I was going to hurl again at any moment. So I called into work, which I feel terrible about as there was a big meeting today and a new employee coming in. But to let you know how badly I felt I brought a plastic Wal-Mart bag with me on the way to drop off Hope at school.
I've slept for 4 more hours and still can't shake that queasiness. I just ate about 1/2 a cup of plain noodles and hopefully that will be okay.
I don't know if it is the tummy ache or what, but I feel blah. It is cloudy and gray out, the house is a mess, my face is breaking out, I'm afraid I'll be in trouble at work, and all I feel like doing is being a lump on the couch.
I might just haul myself to bed with Harry Potter and piles of pillows and blankets. I need bookish blanket burrowing.
3 comments:
Hi Amanda! :)
Your blog is very interensting, as like You! ;)
I hope you're feeling better soon. As for that 'oh no, I just looked at my bank account' feeling, I'm sure most people have had it at one point or another. It doesn't make you a bad anything.
I hope you are feeling better soon--on all counts. I've been where are you and so I understand how you feel. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
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