Ouch.
Food poisoning sucks.
I went to bed Monday night with a stomach ache and never really went to sleep for more than a couple hours at a time. The other time was spent on the bathroom floor in the fetal position, between being sick to my stomach. Was sick all day Tuesday. Went back to work on Wednesday and thought everything was OK, but after eating lunch I noticed that my stomach began to hurt again. It's now Friday and I'm still having (mild) stomach pains. This has been awful. I'm wondering when it will end. I'm hungry right now but too afraid to eat anything because I don't want my stomach to start hurting again. The toast and crackers diet is getting kinda old...
Friday, January 15, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
New Years' Resolutions
I'm not big on New Years' Resolutions, because honestly, who sticks to them anyway? This year, there are two things on my mind that I want to accomplish. I will share one of them. The other one, you will have to wait for.
Since I was 13, so going on 14 years now, I have gotten up every day and put in contacts. And every night before I go to bed, I take them out again. So, I have decided to check into having Lasik surgery done. I've talked to several people who have had it, and they have all been very pleased. So that, my friends, is my #1 Resolution for this year. And you know what? I've already made my appointment. Look at me go! 1 for 1 = 100 percent!
In all seriousness though, I will probably literally shed some tears if I wake up and actually have good vision without having to do anything like put on glasses or put contacts in. Just to be able to wake up and see the time on the alarm clock... or to lie in bed and be able to tell which channel the TV is on without having to ask my husband... Yeah, pretty sure that I will shed some tears if this all works out the way I hope it does.
Since I was 13, so going on 14 years now, I have gotten up every day and put in contacts. And every night before I go to bed, I take them out again. So, I have decided to check into having Lasik surgery done. I've talked to several people who have had it, and they have all been very pleased. So that, my friends, is my #1 Resolution for this year. And you know what? I've already made my appointment. Look at me go! 1 for 1 = 100 percent!
In all seriousness though, I will probably literally shed some tears if I wake up and actually have good vision without having to do anything like put on glasses or put contacts in. Just to be able to wake up and see the time on the alarm clock... or to lie in bed and be able to tell which channel the TV is on without having to ask my husband... Yeah, pretty sure that I will shed some tears if this all works out the way I hope it does.
Not Me...
Mike is gone this week for work, and when he's gone, I do not cook. I mean, I really don't. So the other night, I did not eat a breakfast bar and leftover pasta salad for dinner, only to find myself starving when I went to bed. Therefore, I did not eat the last breakfast bar as a midnight snack in my bed. I never eat food in my bed. That's just gross!
When Gus was sick the other night, er, wee hours of the morning, I did not bend down to look at the mess he'd made when he hacked up his dinner, searching for clues as to what he could have eaten. I was not so engrossed in trying to find out why he was sick that I did not grab a flashlight and follow him outside - in the bitterly cold 10-degree weather, no less - to look at those piles of spit-up, too. I am never so attentive to what my dog eats or throws up.
Lastly, I did not take Gus for a 1/2-mile walk around the neighborhood on the very evening that our temperatures fell to single digits for the first time in umpteen years. I am sooo not that dedicated to my dog! And even if I had, I did not come back inside and think to myself that my legs were so cold that they must've been in the beginning stages of frostbite. Seriously, frostbite?
Sunday, January 10, 2010
8 Reasons To Get A Dog
1. There is no one more excited to see you at the end of a long day... Ever... in the history of the universe.
2. They have such a zest for life! They're easygoing, carefree - and they teach you how to be that way too!
3. Unconditional love. No matter how many times you accidentally step on their toes or ignore them when you're mad at them, they still come back to you with that unconditional love/loyalty.
4. They're good cuddlers, even when they do weigh 80 pounds. :-)
5. They lick your feet. Not that I like this, but the point I'm trying to make is that, what other creature on Earth loves you enough to lick your feet?!
6. They can be your best friend. No friends? No problem! A dog will still love you.
7. They're funny to watch. Have you ever seen a dog run laps around the coffee table? Chase his tail? Play in the water? Bark at the hair dryer?
I'm sure I could think of more things, but these are just some of my favorites. Oh, and I forgot to mention the most obvious thing: They're so cute!
2. They have such a zest for life! They're easygoing, carefree - and they teach you how to be that way too!
3. Unconditional love. No matter how many times you accidentally step on their toes or ignore them when you're mad at them, they still come back to you with that unconditional love/loyalty.
4. They're good cuddlers, even when they do weigh 80 pounds. :-)
5. They lick your feet. Not that I like this, but the point I'm trying to make is that, what other creature on Earth loves you enough to lick your feet?!
6. They can be your best friend. No friends? No problem! A dog will still love you.
7. They're funny to watch. Have you ever seen a dog run laps around the coffee table? Chase his tail? Play in the water? Bark at the hair dryer?
I'm sure I could think of more things, but these are just some of my favorites. Oh, and I forgot to mention the most obvious thing: They're so cute!
Friday, January 8, 2010
A True Under(TheWeather)Dog Story
I lay there sleeping soundly in bed last night, only to be startled awake by what I thought was Gus having a bad dream. Sometimes when dogs sleep they dream and whine and kick their legs (I assume they're running in their dream). Instead, the more awake I became, the more I realized that it sounded like he was wheezing or choking. Like an old man with a bad smoker's cough. I rushed out of bed and flipped on the light and tried to quickly get him out of the house so he could get sick outside. [You see where this is going, right?]
Three separate piles and his dinner made a reappearance in each one of them. As is customary when your loved one is sick like this, I checked it over to see what he could have eaten that made him so sick, but I didn't see anything. This continued for probably the next 20 minutes or so, and I did manage to get him outside a couple times before it stopped. Now, I usually don't get too worked up when the little guy gets sick like this, because usually there's a reason - which at some point makes its appearance - and then he quits. This time was different, I could tell. I almost felt like he had something caught in the back of his throat, as did the receptionist at the emergency clinic that I called at 3:33 a.m. this morning, who otherwise didn't sound all that worried. Believe it or not, this was actually a relief to me; her calmness made me calm and able to think straight.
So, in we went to the vet this morning at 7, and after ruling out Kennel Cough, a chest x-ray was done and it was determined that my little guy had some slight fluid on his lungs and a little cough; so my Trusty Friend aka The Vet/Gus's Aunt sent us home with doggy cough medicine and antibiotics. And I'm hoping it works, because he sounds like a grown man when he coughs right now! Poor little fella.
Three separate piles and his dinner made a reappearance in each one of them. As is customary when your loved one is sick like this, I checked it over to see what he could have eaten that made him so sick, but I didn't see anything. This continued for probably the next 20 minutes or so, and I did manage to get him outside a couple times before it stopped. Now, I usually don't get too worked up when the little guy gets sick like this, because usually there's a reason - which at some point makes its appearance - and then he quits. This time was different, I could tell. I almost felt like he had something caught in the back of his throat, as did the receptionist at the emergency clinic that I called at 3:33 a.m. this morning, who otherwise didn't sound all that worried. Believe it or not, this was actually a relief to me; her calmness made me calm and able to think straight.
So, in we went to the vet this morning at 7, and after ruling out Kennel Cough, a chest x-ray was done and it was determined that my little guy had some slight fluid on his lungs and a little cough; so my Trusty Friend aka The Vet/Gus's Aunt sent us home with doggy cough medicine and antibiotics. And I'm hoping it works, because he sounds like a grown man when he coughs right now! Poor little fella.
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