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I woke up this morning and thought I might be dying.

Alright, alright, that's a bit over dramatic. But I did (and do) feel awful, what with the swollen feeling in the very bottom of my throat and pressure in my chest, the scratchy throat (above the swollen feeling part) and the painfully dry cough reaching all the way from the bottom of my lungs.

Yeah, yuck, right?

So I called the substitute to see if she could work for me today and naturally she was already going in for someone else. Because why would we get sick at different times? That would make things too easy. Then I called the other girl that works in the daycare on the days I don't and was able to leave a pathetic sounding, "Wanted to see if you could go in today..." kind of voice mail. Now, since I couldn't get someone to go in for me I felt in would be irresponsible to just not show up, so I put myself together and headed off to the school hoping they would send me home.

They did and I am so grateful. I stayed for a little bit while they got everything straightened out and felt like a very bad caregiver indeed. Poor kids, I wasn't exactly being very nurturing but they only had to put up with me for about an hour and then one of the teachers came in and took over for me. Oh, the relief!

Now I am trying to continually remind myself why I am at home today: I need rest to get over this yuckiness. I keep thinking of all these little things I could get done with my "day off." However, the sensible, body-knows-what-it-needs side is doing a really good job of telling the busy, so-much-to-do-so-little-time side to keep its butt in this recliner and get better. I think it's doing such a good job because it's had plenty of practice. My body always reacts with the upper respiratory junk when I don't let it rest properly or get all stressed out. It happened so often in college I thought I might have TB. Ok, not really...but I did stop bothering to go to the doctor because I had the "diagnosis" and treatment memorized.

Blog quality will go up soon, promise.

just can't get a break...

...man.

I am sick again. There was a brief period where I was all, "Hey, all that congestion seems to be clearing up and the babies didn't get me all that sick this time." I suppose what happened was that my immune system was in a somewhat weakened state, allowing a little stomach bug to invade. I spent all day feeling like I was about to throw up what little I ate and making sure I could visualize the route to the nearest receptacle available for this purpose at all times.

Thankfully, I never actually had to vomit. I know that you were really curious about all the gory details...

I made it home to sit and eat crackers while perusing the blogging world and watching television. After finishing my cup of detox tea with a teaspoon each of sugar and soy vanilla creamer, I decided it was time to get to my own corner of said blogging world and write something for all of you, my lovely readers, to come take a gander at.

So, because I am not quite myself I'll do yet another installment of things about me.

#11-20

11. I really can't stand when people use the word "hate" when referring to a person or people. It just makes me really uncomfortable. It's just uncalled for, especially if you're saying something like "I hate people that use the word 'like' too much." No, you hate that someone uses the word "like" too much, not the person doing it.
12. I hate when people use the word "like" too much.
13. I often speak in the plural about myself. I think this is due to the way my brother and I grew up (see number seven). We were really close, so I'll stay stuff like "We hated Sesame Street, we would always rather go read or play outside."
14. My laugh is really goofy.
15. I get it into my head pretty often that I'd like to up and move. The top three places I think about are Nashville, London, and Prague. I like change and I get restless, it's the bohemian gypsy in me.
16. I do not like chocolate. No really, I don't. And yes, that just means more for you.
17. I was raised on good music, classical to classic rock. So now I love all kinds of good music, if it's quality I'm a fan.
18. I have six piercings. Two per ear plus one industrial. My nose. My bottom lip. My navel. They are less expensive than tattoos and don't take as much planning, so I have ended up with more of them.
19. I have two tattoos. The one mentioned in number seven. One on my lower back (that's right) and it was my first one. It's a star-type deal, but there's some things I want to do to make it a bit more special.
20. I plan to get a few more tattoos. Don't get all shocked mom, I already told you. One of them will be a tribute to my grandparents because they have great significance for me.

If I keep getting sick we'll get to one hundred pretty quick, and before you know it maybe a thousand. Are there a thousand fascinating things about me? Probably not something to aim for...
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I am a wanderer I have no place or time,
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine,
If you like you can come along with me,
but I promise you that I am not the man I used to be...
but I promise you that I am not the man I used to be...
-- "The Wanderer," Marc Broussard