I would like to tell work to shove it. I am currently very sick. And I told them I would get sick if they kept putting me in the back window and making me do dishes as well. Last night, it just came on all of a sudden. I was *freezing* and I couldn't get warm. So, I took a hot shower. The kind of hot that your skin is red when you are done. With a nagging unproductive cough, I didn't feel like doing anything. I just laid on the couch and watched Dad and John play Tetris. I finally fell asleep, sitting up. I woke up sometime early in the morning when it was still dark outside with the feeling like I was going to pass out. Because I forgot to eat after lunch. I get upstairs, open the fridge, take a swig of apple juice all the time muttering my mantra 'please don't let me pass out'. A lot of good that did me. The next thing I remember is my dad calling my name trying to wake me from passing out. There was apple juice all over the place. Dad made me a half of a peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich, and I went back to sleep. Poor Dad, I think it was tougher on him.
So, we drove home today, a trip that the internet said was six hours and forty three minutes. Caca. Try eight hours. And John drove the whole way because I was just too sick. So, I called off of work tomorrow, and if I don't get signifigantly better by tomorrow, then I'll be calling off on Tuesday too.
Thanksgiving was great. We went to my uncle's fiance's house, and had a great dinner. I love Chilhowie. It's in my blood. So, anytime I go there, I feel recharged. My uncle deepfried the turkey. Everyone raved about it. I was amazed at just how 'country' my family is. I don't think I really realized it before. But, the directions to Martha's house were literally:
Turn left at the caution light
Then there'll be a church on the left side of the road, turn right.
Look for the house with green awnings.
My Aunt Sylvia is a hoot. God, I love that woman. I don't know how to describe her other than to say that she owns the room, and she's not politically correct.
It was nice to visit with my father. Although, I was distressed to see exactly how empty his house is. I can't believe what that woman took.
My dad has no plates or bowls, or knives for that matter. I bought him a set of cookware, and straightened up his kitchen. He gave John and I a very expensive water filtration unit. Which is completely awesome because the water here tastes like chlorine. bleah.
I will be catching up on emails and such tomorrow, am exhausted.
love
xx
Hi sugaliciousness! I hate being sick. Trust me, I've been sick near a week and a half now it's a horrible thing. I'm glad that you are taking the right steps and calling in sick to work so you can take care of yourself. I've been reading in your journal how the window is horrible and cold and you're wet and it IS winter/almostish so hello?! HELLO!? Aherm. at least frigglin' rotate your people goshdangit is what I'm thinking about your work. So sad! So, take care of yerself and I hope you feel better soon! Being sick sucks ass. Get lots of lovin' and kissin' schmoochies and pampering cos you deserve it! You work yer arse off!
Love ya lots and muchos grandes burrito style! xoxoxoxoox Amber
I know what you mean by people being country. I have a friend in Alabama that I visit whenever I go home to visit my folks and the directions to her house are virtually the same: turn right at the Arco station, then turn right at the big blue house past the big magnolia tree, then left . . .
It's crazy!!
And, my dad smoked the turkey this year for Thanksgiving instead of letting my mom cook it in the oven. Nothing says the South like deep frying or smoking meat.
:-)