I’m starting to write without a title because I don’t know where this is going yet. My husband was successful in passing his cold on to me. He’s now back to his usual peppy self and I’m sitting here unable to breathe through my nose. My mouth is as dry Death Valley and if I drink enough water, I’ll be running to the bathroom every 10 minutes. At least I’ll get exercise, eh? Need some rest, too. Couldn’t sleep flat in the bed last night because of the congestion, so I ended up spending most of the night trying to sleep in the recliner. Not so good for fibromyalgia, but at least I could breathe.
I spent the past 2 days with aches from the virus, but that wasn’t too bad. With fibromyalgia, I have aches and pain all the time, so what’s a little more? But this breathing thing is really annoying. His timing was great – he had the cold while the weather was cool and dry. I’ve now got it when we’re due to have the hottest, muggiest weather of the summer. Peachy!
By this afternoon, it should be in the mid to high 80’s and muggy. By tomorrow, it should be in the mid to high 90’s and muggier! I know, the rest of the country has been dealing with this weather and worse for a while now. I’m really not whining about the weather per se. But we have a wedding to attend tomorrow; my husband’s nephew. And this SFG (short, fat girl) with fibromyalgia doesn’t do very well in the kind of weather they’re predicting. By the end of the day, I will be a soggy, achy, butt-dragging mess.
To make it even better, the groom’s mom called last evening to invite us to a cookout on Sunday afternoon. Oh great, like this SFG is going to run around in shorts at her skinny sister-in-laws house. Bad enough it’s going to be still hot and muggy. Bad enough they will be lots of mosquitoes out, since the house is near a lake with lots of trees, and I am the bug bait special. (There isn’t a mosquito in miles that won’t find me.) Now I have to be my entertaining self 2 days in a row while I feel like crawling into bed instead. Smile . . .
I think it really bugged me that my husband agreed to this on the phone last night without even asking me first. Yes, it’s true that we’ve turned down offers to attend barbecues there before. Usually that was because we were on vacation! I told him he may be the “prince” but the SFG still gets consulted!
There’s nothing like anticipating a busy weekend when you feel lousy. It’s like looking forward to a dentist’s appointment. And seriously, I am worried about sharing this bug with the crowd at the wedding and the barbecue. My husband’s brother and his teen aged kids will be here from Michigan. They don’t need to take it home. My in-laws don’t need extra germs at their age.
I think I’m going to force myself to be quiet, which is difficult for someone that’s outgoing, as I am. But for everyone’s better health, including mine, I think I’ll try to stay as low key as possible.
Just got a call from the church secretary, reminding me that I need to do a lay reader schedule for the parish newsletter that she is working on. I had forgotten in my delirium. One more thing to try to fit into today. It has to be today – the rest of the weekend is already full!
My husband is supposed to be coming home early for lunch so he can bring me some medicine from CVS – he used up what we had when he was sick. I think I would be a more agreeable person if I could just breathe more easily. I wonder what he meant when he said early – it’s already after 11:00. Patience . . .
I have to go encourage my son (25 y.o. w/Asperger’s Syndrome) to mow the lawn before the peak heat of the day hits. He likes to be asked to do things but, truth be told, you often have to tell him to do things and set a deadline if you really want them to get done. So I get to nag, er . . . encourage him to do what needs to be done. At least I have a real reason to nag and don’t just do it for the fun of it.
Can you tell I’m sitting here procrastinating? I could just keep making notes about whatever jumps into my mind all day. That wouldn’t get much done that needs to be done and wouldn’t set a very good example for my son, I guess – but it would be less stressful.
Time to make a plan. Nag my son until he goes out to mow. Do the schedule so we can drop it off at the church office this afternoon. Nap. Get dinner ready. Nap. Eat dinner. Nap. Go to bed and hope to be able to sleep in the bed all night instead of the recliner.
Gonna need all that rest – got a busy weekend ahead! That’s assuming I can breathe.