Grump Central Archive: Week of 22 July 2018
Saturday, 28 July 2018
This has got to be one of the worst cases of flu I've ever had. I've coughed so long and so hard that at various times I've wretched, vomited, blacked out, pissed my pants and crapped my pants. And with Sarcoid, the cough could be with me for three to four months after the flu is gone. I must see a doctor...
Friday, 27 July 2018
To provide a pleasant distraction from real life crap, I'm enjoying a new dynamic with my feline family: Katie has elected to remain an outside kitty, and has become friends with Bobby. Now the two of them follow me around as if I had a magic flute. Here they are hanging out with gramps in the house. (Bobby is the fat one.)
Thursday, 26 July 2018
So, it's back to the way things were. Waiting. Skepticism. Mistrust. It's no way to live. I'm being punished, but for what I've no idea. I've so often wished I was a cat—content merely being alive.
Wednesday, 25 July 2018
With less than two days remaining, the closing was postponed owing to a paperwork snafu. Now it's three weeks away. Why am I not surprised? Plus, it's been raining all week, and this flu has left me feeling worse than something I'd scrape off my shoe, so it all makes for a profound sense of crappiness. I know that "things get worse before they get better," but honestly, how much worse do they need to get?
Tuesday, 24 July 2018
T-minus two days. I'm still waiting to receive notice that the closing is cancelled. I can't help it—I've been screwed too many times to not be cynical. Then, what I'd thought was a bad Sarcoid episode has turned out to be an awful summer flu, and to say I feel like crap is a gross understatement.
Monday, 23 July 2018
T-minus three days. Sleep has become nearly impossible, and the stress has brought on a case of Sarcoid the likes of which I haven't experienced in years.
Sunday, 22 July 2018
T-minus four days. It's really hard to get decent sleep—even positive stress is still stress. But then last night a nasty storm blew through, pummeling the cabin with dead branches all night long.
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