Mood:  bright

Broken Road by Rascal Flatts

Good morning!

I hope everyone is doing well. I know I am feeling a lot better today. I would say that I am at 55% from being at 30% yesterday.

After Flyboy came home, Turtle dropped him off, he and I took the wings over to Radar’s because there was no way I would be able to be away from a restroom that long. I really wasn’t feeling well. Flyboy stayed home with me, and I pretty much rested the whole day. I know I slept a lot, and I did wind up with a fever at some point that evening, but I am glad that I was at least able to sleep through the whole night. I guess I needed it. I decided not to take the Glucophage and it didn’t seem to make that much of a difference on my queasiness. However I think I will be changing the time I take it to the morning rather than late in the evening. Also, I will be cutting back on the green tea. I had brewed some and been drinking it like water, and after talking to Mississippi Mom, she brought to my attention that all that green tea in the past few days is probably the reason I couldn’t be away from a restroom for more than so many minutes.

I just finished a bowl of cereal, Kix was on sale, (hehe) and my milk finally defrosted enough that I could use it for cereal. (I am going to put a work order out for my fridge, don’t worry. I just would like to wait until after I get back from this trip. I don’t want anyone in my house while I am gone.) I am really happy that I am able to hold my breakfast down, not to mention I am actually thirsty. Yesterday I had to force myself to drink some water; I knew I was getting dehydrated.

I am currently doing laundry and I think the dishes will meet their doom next. Flyboy just did the dishes on Sunday, and I have no idea how they got piled up so fast. I really think our neighbors sneak into our house when we leave and make meals in my kitchen.

I didn’t end up making split pea yesterday; I really wasn’t up for it. Cooking the wings about killed me as it was. I made sure to save some for Flyboy, so he is having that for lunch. I can’t believe he thought I wouldn’t save him any and I would give the whole entire batch of wings to Radar for his BBQ. …men… Although, I highly doubt that the wings even made it to the BBQ. The last time I made wings, for Macho’s party, CornFed and Radar were fighting over the wings like 5 year old’s over a cool new toy. I am surprised neither of them got sick for scarfing down those wings so fast. I think I was able to snag like 4 wings to share with Flyboy and I and another guys was able to get 3 wings before they were gone. Then the two boys started cleaning the wing dish like there was left over frosting in it. Funny. So leaving the batch of wings with Radar was probably not smart if everyone else knew my wings were coming.

Anyway, I think that was the washer “dinging” so I better start up another load. I must catch up on chores, *sigh*. Take care!

~NikiRose