1. I had blood work today.

2. I had to fast for 12 hours.

3. That meant no coffee this morning.

4. Why bother getting out of bed if I can’t drink coffee?

5. I woke at 4:30 and went back to sleep until 6:30

6. Because I went back to sleep, I got an awful headache.

7. Drug my ass out of bed, showered, put two Advil in my pocket, and got in the car.

8. Stopped at Dunks to get a coffee that I planned to drink the second my blood was taken.

9. Lady, don’t fucking ask me any questions. I have not had any coffee. And wipe that condescending look off your face while you are at it. I don’t know what insurance I have nor do I fucking care. I have not had any coffee! And yes, I did move. People move for christ’s sake! Again, remove the condescending look off your face and stop asking me questions!

10. Blood removed, I made a bee-line to my car. Where is my car anyway? Head pounding plus icky belly equals cranky Auntie. It took me a full hour and a half to feel good enough to actually do any work. Lucky for me,  I was the first one in the office. No one saw me with my head on my desk.

Extra credit; The Girl is finally feeling better. I did sleep in the bed with her. So far, so good. MST, the chicken soup was a great idea except I have never in my life made homemade chicken soup and wouldn’t even know where to begin and The Girl is a vegan.

I think The Girl has the flu. She stayed home from work today and has been in bed ALL day. I called her at 9 and her phone was off.

Her phone is never off.

I called again at 12 and it was still off.

Around 2 I called The Room – mate, who is now the neighbor, to go to the house and check on her. She sent me a text that read; “It took a lot of door bells to rouse her. She looks really sick.”

The Girl called me and said she felt like she had smashed her head on the floor.

We had no pain reliever in the house.

I left work, went to the drug store, bought flu meds, Advil, and a thermometer, and went home.

Her temp was 101.4. I made her drink the nasty flu stuff and a cup of tea.

I had a nice glass of Emergen-C.

I love this stuff

My question to you is this; Do I sleep in the bed with her (she has been drooling on my pillow for hours) and increase my chances of catching it or do I sleep in the guest bedroom tonight? I’m kinda feeling like at this point, it’s not gonna matter where the hell I sleep..

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… in Maine.

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Kizz is home sick today and asked her readers to ask her some questions. I asked one that I am answering here;

My attempt to bring a smile to my friends face. Sorry Kizz, it’s the best I can do today.

In other news, which if you clicked on the link to Kizz’s blog you already know, the Chili family lost a four legged member today. Show her some love, would ya?

I received the following text message from The Girl at 5:22 am;

“Snowing fucking snowing”

She was on her way to work. I replied;

“It won’t stick.”

“It’s fucking snowing!”

I called her because I thought she was stressed about driving in it.

” I’m not stressed. My friend at Dunks said it has been snowing since 2:30. It’s October 16th!”

It’s to soon for snow, people. To soon.

Happy Friday.

I have been thinking for a while now that I am going to start posting some of the funny shit I hear. I hear a lot of funny shit. One can’t work with the population that I do without running into some characters who say things that either make me ’bout pee my pants laughing or look at them and wonder what the farg they were thinking. The following falls into the “what the farg were you thinking” category;

“You might want to check in on her every once in a while and make sure she is still breathing.”

WHAT?!

What!

Really? How is it possible that you hold the position you do?

Did I mention this was said to an intern? The poor thing was probably ready to lose her lunch.

I don’t know, but I would think that if you are concerned the client will stop breathing, don’t ya think it might be a good idea to maybe send her to the hospital?!

But what do I know? I’m just a lowly counselor.

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The Girl and I had date day on Sunday. We went up to Ogunquit Maine for a few hours, strolled around, took some pictures, and drank coffee. Here are some pics from our trip;

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We had breakfast in Portsmouth. This dude was at our table.

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A view from the Marginal Way

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The Path

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Sometimes I can get a pretty good shot with my phone.

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We walked out of the coffee shop at Perkin's Cove because the lady was rude. The man in the photo was not.

Sorry. Wrong photo… See below for the nice man.

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Some of the shops are as small as our guest bedroom. Sometimes I just stay outside and take pictures of flowers while The Girl looks around.

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No offense to our neighbors to the north (Hi Bitch!), but the Canadians seem to have a hard time parking.

Dude, your car is half the size as mine! I managed to fit in between you and the van on the other side. WTF!

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Happy Tuesday! Peace out, Peeps!

But I can’t make it work.

In other news, I inadvertently left a picture out of my last post.

Happy Friday.

My work cares about good hygiene. Observe;

All of these hand washing posters are in the woman’s bathroom that is attached to the staff lounge. In addition to these posters, we have received a number of emails regarding H1N1. They tell us to cover our coughs and sneezes, not to use others phones or key boards, stay home of we are sick, and of course, wash our hands.

They ought to put up a couple of posters that say;

Don’t Leave A Cup of Piss On The Table In The Bathroom!

Granted, this was in the upstairs staff bathroom, but still.  I suppose if one is having a bad hair day, one could sprinkle a little piss on their hair and then use the brush they provide for us.