Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Life is a Pigsty


So I REALLY miss my laptop. My laptop screen to be exact. I proposed to Tim that we use our birthday money to buy most of a laptop (well, we'd buy the whole thing, but the birthday money would only cover most of it), but he was not on board for that. We can't really spend money on a laptop until the house is bought. Perhaps I could charge Stella per diaper change? I bet I could get a lot of extra cash that way! I'm really sick of having to sneak into the office to check my email when Stella's distracted or sleeping. It's so much easier when I can just do whatever while she plays.


Sorry I haven't gotten the first steps video up yet. I couldn't get to the network for a few days and we were too busy doing house stuff to really get to the bottom of why. Now I'm just too damn busy. But I'm going to try and get it up today! We've finally got the house in shape. The first realtor comes tonight. It looks really dynamite, and I am starting to question why we're leaving at all. Of course, I'm sure that's everyone's reaction when their house looks this clutter-free and clean. Although my mother-in-law would probably not agree about the clean part. She has been great helping us out except for one thing: a lot of snide comments about the state of my house. Which I don't think was that bad, but I think I was allowed to let it slide while I did all the house fix-ups! Plus, we were digging into those places you never go, like under the couch and behind the washer and dryer, kicking up a lot of dust and ick. Oh, well, she's had cleaning ladies since I've known her. I could keep a spotless house too if I had a cleaning lady!


Whoo, I don't think I'm going to last much longer. Since Monday I have had spells of lightheadedness and vertigo. Monday it was really bad, I felt like I was walking at an angle like on those old V-8 commercials, my equilibrium was totally off. This was really bad timing, since we were doing the final push to get the house finished. Luckily, there were just a few things and Tim was able to get most of them done, with me helping out when I could stand upright. It's gotten slightly better, but it's still bad. I'd just read about a 27-year old who had a stroke, so at first I was convinced that was what it was, then Tim thought it could be a reaction to all the chemicals we had been using in the house in our cleaning. I now think (hope) it is a side effect to the new birth control pill I started Sunday or the antibiotic I started Friday. Or a combination of the two. I have a call into the nurse at my doctor's office about that. Anyway, I really don't have time to be sick, and I certainly don't have time for a stroke or an aneurysm!


I'm totally falling apart as I approach the big 3-0. My right foot is kind of swollen on top and on the side and is really hurting (I guess to compliment my left one), and my knee starting hurting yesterday. What the heck is wrong with me?!


I really shouldn't complain. I read an article about this in Oprah's magazine, which Tim's Mom left here (it's really a terrible magazine, even worse than her show, but hey, I don't have internet access while Stella plays). This woman was writing about how she has a tendency to blow minor things into major things and how at least her address isn't in Darfur or the New Orleans' Ninth Ward. Good point! I mean, look at that gorgeous, vibrant, hilarious daughter I've got up there. That shot is of her enjoying the pool at Daniel's birthday party weekend before last.


2 comments:

Kelli in the Mirror said...

My immediate thought is to check the efficiency of your new birth control pill against that antibiotic. My sister's first baby was a little surprise due to that!

Caroline said...

And mine would be to double-check the side-effects of the antibiotic. I had one that rendered me unable to really do anything but lie still. When I told the doctor he was surprised and he hadn't told me anything about that side effect b/c I was (way!) over 110 pounds. Supposedly you weren't supposed to get that side effect unless you were a tiny person.