Sick sick sick

The past three weeks I have been sneezing.  No biggie.  Actually somewhat unusual for me.  I have lived my life with sinus issues (thanks mom and dad!) and they generally manifest themselves somewhat further back in my head.  Recently everything has been up front in my nose- hence the trigger to sneeze.  But I felt fine.

Friday night that suddenly changed.  It was a gorgeous day (50 degrees = tropical madness) and I got out of the hospital before 6:00p (miracle of miracles!!) and celebrated by taking Luna up to the park.  I came back, sat on the couch, and suddenly realized that everything that had been happening in my nose was now settling into its proper home: my sinuses.  Not.  Good.

Enter Saturday.  Saturday I am definitely feeling more and more sinusy.  I sort of just want to lie down because clearly my sinuses have been draining all night and now my ears and throat hurt.  But we were too busy on St. Patrick's Day to actually celebrate (we ordered pizza) and Andrew really wanted to have people over and make some corned beef on his one day off.  So we cleaned the house (well, Andrew cleaned and I picked some things up and then had to sit down for a while).  And I begged Andrew to make the Irish Soda Bread for fear that my sinuses would be contagious and I would enviral the delicious buttery goodness of the bread.

Chris and Dave came over (and later, Chance and Chance's twin brother and Laura joined us) and we partook of fattening traditional foods.  And it was good.  And we watched Iron Chef America and then started a marathon of Ghost Adventures (when Andrew discovered what I had turned the channel to, he actually almost fell over because he was rolling his eyes so hard).  And although I was still not at my full game, I was ok.

And then I suddenly realized that I was feeling much much worse.  Much worse.  And every single joint ached.  Including my hips.  And since I had to get up and go to the bathroom anyway (in Soviet Russia, fluids force you!) I went ahead and took my temperature just for kicks.

99.1

Not an impressive temperature per say.  Except that I haven't actually had a fever since Jr. High.  Whenever I feel like I might be feverish, the thermometer usually tells me I am actually in the 97 range.  Very frustrating in High School by the way.  So this is an honest to God fever in my world.  And enough to make me feel like death warmed over and then smeared with poo.  And then punched in the face.

So today I am going to recoup and hopefully not have to take a sick day tomorrow.  Wish me luck.

Ghost Adventures

When I am bored and feeling lazy (for instance, when I am fighting a head cold and am sitting on the couch trying not to die) I will sometimes watch a show called "Ghost Adventures."  This is a show on the Travel Channel that is, frankly, embarrassingly stupid.  Andrew mocks me mercilessly every time he finds me huddled under a blanket on the couch with this show on the TV.

The host is a frat boy who wears black, appears to fake tan, and styles his hair into a ridiculous looking Faux-hawk.  He spends a lot of time yelling at the ghosts saying things like:
"DID THE WHITE MAN HURT YOU HERE?  ARE YOU ANGRY?"
"DID YOU GET TORTURED BEFORE YOU WERE KILLED?"
"WHY ARE YOU PUSHING OLD LADIES DOWN THE STAIRS??  HOW ABOUT HURTING ME INSTEAD!"

DID IT HURT WHEN THE ROPE WENT AROUND YOUR THROAT?!

And then some mutterings: "Woah.  Dude.  I just felt something."  "We are now entering hell..."  "*bleep bleep* dude.  It just got freezing here."

Much of the show focuses on EVPs- being able to hear ghosts speaking through white noise on digital recorders.  You can hear things that sound like "FUZZ FUZZ FUZZ."  Which somehow ends up being "I KILLED SIX KIDS."

I have decided that if I were a ghost and this dude was yelling things at me in the house I was haunting, I would pour all of my energy into getting the following to him: "Your Hair Is Stupid!"

Of course, they would probably interpret it as "I KILLED PUPPIES."