aka: where the last week went

It's been a busy week--not really because I have anything going on in my real life, but because WoW has these insidious in-game "events" with linked achievements. The ocd part of me (approximately 85% percent) is compelled to participate and complete these little mini games, which causes late nights and errors in judgement.

Such as...not fixing the salmon as soon as I should have.

I bought salmon at the grocery last Sunday, much like I often do. I generally cook it the same night or the next. Very occasionally I'll cook it two days later. This week, I waited until Wednesday, because for some odd reason both Monday and Tuesday found us with other dinner plans. I should have ignored the nagging voice in my head saying "Don't waste it; it'll be fine!". I should *not* have ignored the extraordinarily fishy smell when I unwrapped my dinner-to-be. And I really should have just reached for a Lean Cuisine dinner as the salmon steamed and went through a particularly nasty phase of stink. But it *looked* fine. It *tasted* fine...
(R, the luckiest man alive, was feeling a bit low that night and slept right through dinner, and escaped my cruel fate...)

Thursday morning I had a 7am appointment for a boob-squishin. I woke up at about 5:30am with a massive, MASSIVE headache, but chalked it up to not getting enough sleep. Made it into my appointment, had the girls checked out, and headed to work. The headache got worse and worse and, having had my own little wimpy versions of migraines before, I chalked the mounting nausea up to the intense pain in my noggin. And then, despite the chilliness of the office, I began to sweat. I felt dizzy, and couldn't focus on my work. I did, however, manage to focus a few moments to the CDC page on symptoms of the H1-N1 flu... It seemed possible, but not likely, so I just continued to believe it was the headache.

And then, after whining to my coworker that I felt like I was going to throw up...I did. R swears that I threw up while we had the house in OKC, but I honestly don't remember throwing up since I lived in Lawrence--that would be something like 8 years ago. I just don't throw up. So when I actually did, I did three things. 1) Felt immensely better, tho not...good, 2) Immediately went home, and 3) started considering the fact that it very well could have been my stinky salmon doing these horrible things to me.

When I got home I rolled around in agony for a few more hours, throwing up twice more in the process. To those of you who manage to experience this bodily function with relative regularity, I apologise. The mere thought of it is often enough to elicit sympathy hurls, I know. But it's just such an oddity for me, and I find it fascinating. It really felt like my body wanted to turn itself inside out. It was completely awful and, thankfully, it was completely over by about 3 or 4pm. I still had a ridiculous headache, but I was no longer beading with sweat, feeling hot and then freezing, threatening to topple over anytime I stood up, or going cross-eyed trying to read my book, my mail, or my computer screen.

I left work around 10am, so missed a good portion of the day. I went in an hour early and stayed about 1.30 late on Friday, both trying to catch up and get ahead for Monday. It's a shame that I missed so many hours this week, because I'd found out on Monday last that I'm getting a raise! A whole $1.00/hour! I'm totally not being facaetious with that comment either. A dollar raise is huge in any situation, but particularly now with the economy being the way it is, and with our little company plugging away tenuously at best... So I was very excited and proud of myself on that note, but missing most of the day Thursday will probably just put me back where I have been! Oh well, there is always next pay period. :)

I could go on, and relate the Saga of the New Telly...but it's late, and 6am no longer guarantees temperatures below 80`.

I would like to send a thank you to Shanny for her naming suggestions. While I literally lol'd when I read them, I will respectfully decline them. Especially Jedadiah. Mostly becuase I'm pretty sure my eeePC is a girl. It's very ambiguous at this point, and could honestly go either way. But Jedadiah is a strapping young lad who works on a farm with his Pa and studies scripture fervently. Not that there is *anything* wrong with such a life. I just think that we're looking for something a little..different. Perhaps I could call it Eric. If ever an inanimate object summoned demons, it was assuredly a computer.

See, I should have just told the telly story. Much safer. :)