We now have 5.1 mixes of five albums. I hope Clockwork Angels comes out next.
Now if my beloved, beautiful bride could just stop feeling sick, we could go back to enjoying cool stuff instead of feeling crappy all the time.It’s official. The flu/cold/plague symptoms have now been with us for three full weeks. Hoo-freakin’-Ray!
After visiting the emergency room last week, Jen was not seeing any improvement so she went to see her primary care. He gave a better explanation of the situation and prescribed yet another new antibiotic (her fourth since this all started) and a steroid. Nice. My wife is going to smash the long ball, just like Barry Bonds!
I’m still congested. I still have a cough. Neither is as bad as it was three weeks ago, but they are all still sticking around. I had a bit of a tough night sleeping last night. The cough woke me up a couple of times. Last week I thought I was 90% well. Now I’ll put it at 70% well. My health is currently getting a C-.
We are having a post-holiday, holiday party with Larry and Mike and families this weekend. I am going to be well enough to go to that party, even if it kills me! My health needs to be at least at a C+. I can do it. Hear that, immune system? I have confidence that you can stop sucking just enough for me to spend an evening with my family and my friends all in the same place together. You can do it, immune system. You can do it!
Did you hear that hockey is coming back? (yes, that was a sudden change of subject) Baseball pitchers and catchers are less than two months away from reporting to spring training as well. The days of no sports to watch but football (yawn) and basketball (zzz zzz zzz) are coming to an end.I am still furious with the NHL. That is not going to go away. When it comes to holding a grudge about pro sports labor disputes, I am the king. I am still fuming over the 1981 baseball players strike. Because of that stupid thing, the stats on my 1982 Topps baseball cards did not include 162 games for that season. Dwight Evans only got to play something like 104 games. That sucked and I’m still pissed.
Anyway, I think one of the reasons why I am so much more upset about this lockout than the last one (don’t get me wrong, I was steaming with rage last time too) is that last time I had an AHL team to distract me. The Lowell Lock Monsters. Eric Staal. Chuck Kobasew (sp? sorry Chuck). Damn, what a great team we had that year. While everyone else was boiling over with rage about not having hockey, there were maybe one thousand or so people in the Greater Lowell area who had Monsters season tickets. No, it was not the same as having the NHL, but it did keep our hockey minds occupied for that black hole of a season.
I could have followed Worcester, or Providence this time, but I still have that old Lowell loyalty. Be it the Lock Monsters or the Devils that replaced them, I loved AHL hockey in Lowell. For the record, there was no way I would ever have followed Manchester. That would be like rooting for the Yankees in the Red Sox absence. It would never, ever happen. In fact, I talked to my gorgeous wife Jennifer about maybe going to a game in Manchester, but I made it clear I would be rooting for the visiting team.
Lock Monster hockey, it’s alive! (or at least it was back then when I needed it)
Hello, and welcome to the Christmas Eve edition of the Black Plague updates.
I feel about the same as yesterday. I was up to about 80% well for a while yesterday afternoon, but then I started coughing again and my throat started to hurt. It wasn’t a bacterial or viral kinda sore throat, more of a you’ve been coughing like crazy for a week and enough is enough kinda sore throat.
My beloved wife relapsed in a major way yesterday. She went from almost all better on Saturday to sick in bed again on Sunday. I hope she’s feeling a little better today.
Tomorrow is Christmas. Let’s hope that this is all finished by then.
HoHoHo.
Am I finally on the mend?
For the first time since this whole mess started, I woke up feeling noticeably less congested today. Finally, progress. I’m still not breathing through my nose at 100%, more like 65% or so, but right now it is so much better than it was yesterday. I’m still coughing with enough force to expel my lungs, but the fits seem to be coming less frequently. We are not out of the woods yet, but I do feel much better. Jen was feeling really well last night, but just before bed she got hit with a queasiness and relapsed a bit. She too was better this morning though.
Christmas Eve is tomorrow. Is this recovery a Christmas miracle? It works for me!
HoHoHo!
Really? Still?
Day five is feeling pretty similar to day four. I suppose the congestion is slightly better, but as of last night the cough, which started this whole torture, is actually worse. I haven’t been sick like this in over 100 years. I mean, really? Five days and still this bad? Give me a fricken’ break, eh?
It continues…
I don’t feel any worse today, but I don’t really feel any better either. Today was already scheduled as a vacation day so I didn’t have to call in to work or anything. Jen is still in the same situation. Sick, sick, and all kinds of sick.
We are having a Christmas Eve party and the house is a pit. I need to clean every room. We have a mountain of Christmas gifts that need wrapping. We still actually need to go out and get gifts for two family members and my work grab. We haven’t hung the stockings yet, we haven’t put out most of our decorations yet. Urgh!
All that too do and all we want to do is go back to sleep.
This sucks.
Here’s hoping Day Five shows some improvement.
Okay immune system, enough’s e-freakin’-nuff!
Three days and I’m still dying over heah!
I woke up this morning feeling like dung again, but still the slightest tiny bit better than the day before. I got out of bed, got my crap together and went to work.
Big mistake!
Whatever energy I had was sucked out during the 90 minute commute and from then on it was coughing and nose honking and rubbery limbed awful all the way through.
I’m waiting for the kids to get out of karate class so that I can just go home to that one place I’ve been fever dreaming about all day: Home.
See how sick I am? My crappy writing is crappier than normal!
Curses upon thee, Black Plague of a flu type bug thingie.
CURSES!!!
I’m still sick. I was hoping to be well enough to go back to work today, but its not happening. I spent the whole day in bed yesterday. I slept a lot, and the rest of the time I just lay there with my eyes closed. I tried to keep myself hydrated, but its tough to drink clear liquids when you are asleep. In did my best though.
I’m going to head back to bed now until its time to call work. I didn’t eat anything yesterday, so maybe after I call in I might try a piece of bread or something.
Want to hear the best part of all of this? Jen has it too. She left work early yesterday and called in this morning. Merry freakin’ Christmas.
My step daughter had a nasty cough over the weekend. I started showing some signs of catching it late Sunday night. On Monday morning I was coughing, but otherwise okay. After lunch, however I started getting congested too. I had a bad feeling about today.
Sure enough, when I woke up this morning I was much worse. I felt like I had a fever, and I had a bad headache too. The kind of headache that gets worse in the light. When I called in to work my boss said he expected to hear from me. He also said that he went home earlier than he had planned yesterday because he didn’t want to catch what I had.
Woooops. Sorry about that.
Anyway, I guess it’s back to bed with me! Urgh… Crud.
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