I have just discovered that I am supposed to feel guilty when I don't post. As I told my friend Kathi over at Kathi's Corner - now I have something else to worry about - NOPE, not happening. Life is too short and too busy to get wrapped up in guilt over my blog. I love all my blogging friends. There are so many days that you all keep me going. You are such a gift to me. Thank you for checking my blog and commenting on my artwork and such that I post.
I will have some beautiful, even if I do say so myself, artwork to show you soon, I hope. I am working on my nephew's wedding present. That happened yesterday, without me, I am sorry to say.
I have been sick for going on 4 weeks now. It started with a cough & runny nose, turned into an upper respiratory infection and is now bronchitis. I really have been trying to take care of myself with Mucinex and Nyquil and nasal irrigation. Apparently, I wasn't doing enough. I haven't had much energy to do anything but go to work, go to work, come home and work some more, watch a little tv and go to bed. No that wasn't a typo, when I leave the school I go to a real estate office a few times a week and do the books there, then when I get home I do the books for other offices. I guess I should say I have a bookkeeping business on the side. The accountant I was working with for a few months, showing him how I do the books, has another real estate company he has recommended me to. (He told me I was the best bookkeeper he'd ever worked with - only after I asked him if he knew of any other bookkeepers that are as anal as I am). It has been about 4 weeks now because I told him I didn't want to go in there hacking and coughing. I didn't think it would make a good impression. My doctor gave me an injection of antibiotics and a prescription that should be taking care of all this. He said I would feel so good by Monday I wouldn't be able to stand myself. WELLLLLL I am still waiting. I went to bed around 3 yesterday and got up for some homemade chicken soup and went back to bed until this morning.
Enough complaining. Did I complain enough about not getting to go to the wedding, hmmmm. I missed getting to see my sisters and brother, my nephews, my nephews' grandparents - people I don't get to see but every 10 years or so, and think the world of. They are in their 80s now and I was really looking forward to seeing them. I do not really have a biologic brother, but my sister's husband has been in the family since I was about 8 or 10 and of all the people I love he is on the top of my list.
Okay, I am done. I am going to get a shower and see if I feel any better. I have to run an errand for my principal. I was supposed to do it Friday after I left school, but came home and laid down instead. I am torn between getting more rest and seeing if moving about will give me more energy. Oh, yeah I told a friend I'd bring her an idea book. She works at Walmart as a licensed optician and I am sure I can think of something I need once I get in there.
Wish me luck with this daggone infection.
Thanks for tuning in and NO I refuse to feel guilty. As several of my sisters say "get over it!"