skibigsky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blah, blah, blah Eh. Mr. V. is still noticeably sick. He’s not the type of guy to stay in bed when he’s feeling even remotely better, and the fact that he’s still in bed means that either a) he’s REALLY worried about relapsing before/during Topeka, and he’s actually trying to get healthy (a nice thought, but I know him too well), or b) he’s still pretty sick. I would think that by now we’d start to see some improvements, but maybe in the next couple of days. Topeka is going to be a BIG deal for Mr. V. The only consolation is that Mr. V. isn’t racing until the end of the week, so we’ve got over a week and a half to get him 100% healthy. We might have to scrap some of the plans we’ve got while we are there, but I think I can make sure he’s good by the time he races. *sigh. Such is the life of a quasi-nurse. Mr. V. and I have had this long-running joke about me being a nurse, since I had worked for the College of Nursing, but didn’t know shit about sick people. Anyhoo. I’m hoping like hell that Mr. V. will recover quickly. Because as it is, I’m already planning to go buy a torque wrench (Me? A torque wrench? Luckily I’m getting from a place where we got it before, and they’ve got our order on file – I just need to go pick up another one…), and get high-octane gas. All of which I will be doing regardless, as Mr. V. isn’t going to be healthy enough to run those sorts of errands for quite a while. Yippee. Eh. Mr. V. is still asleep. Which means that he’s sick (or that he’s going to be poking me in the nose at 6am, like he did this morning…. *sheesh… Since I don’t have to commute to the office, but merely roll over, must I REALLY get up at 6am… Yeah.. I didn’t think so…). *ahem. Fall is in full swing here, and there is something that comes out that I am WAY allergic to, as my sinuses are slowly murdering me. I’ve got every OTC drug on the market, as well as a few prescription drugs that my MD and I keep playing with, in the hope that something will work. Because I REALLY don’t want to go to an allergist and get stuck. So, I’m in varying degrees of misery at the moment (interestingly, the steroid treatment seems to work the best, but my MD is pretty stingy (understandably!) and prescribing it. However, if I’m not better by Monday, I’m going to see her, so I can get the ridiculous headaches under control so I’m ready to help the boys as we get ready for Topeka. (And I haven’t done a full course of steroids in about 9 months, so I think I’ll be okay.) Cheesus. Could I sound any more like I’m 80 years old? I whine about my husband’s health, and then I whine about my own health, and clearly don’t have anything else to write about other than what we are watching on tv. Looks around frantically for ‘blue plate special’ coupons. *ahem. Obviously, nothing is going on in my life. I’m trying to figure out a low-use wireless internet access program with my cell phone provider, but since I want to do it in person (I’ve given up on phone-based customer service people…), it will have to wait until Monday. When I go buy $6/gal gas (which is still cheaper than at the race course… even if we have to transport it 1000 miles….). So yeah. Another boring day in the life of. 6:52 p.m. - 15 September 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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