For the most part I have come to terms with the fact that I have extremely limited food choices. Thanks to Crohns, Celiacs, and Food Allergies. 99.9% of the time I walk around starving, angry, and tired. But, there is not much I can do about that situation, other than accept it. Fortunately my father is an excellent cook. He is forever finding, and making, fabulous meals for me to indulge. *Thank You Daddy*
The other ‘fun fact’ I have to live with as a result of my many health issues is that I have a very weak immune system. It is half past impossible for me to fight off any bacteria, infections, or illnesses. I learned that lesson last year when I kept getting sick. All. The. Time. (I mean who in the world contracts The German Measles? I did.) Basically, if there is ‘something’ in the air…9 times out of 10…I am going to ‘catch it’. Unless I plan on spending the rest of my life in a hermetically sealed bubble, I am going to get sick. And I am going to be sick often.
Long story short? I was contaminated with Strep Throat from my son. *thanks a lot pal * Even though I tried my best to avoid him, I even washed my hands a thousand times, no such luck. By Friday morning, I was unable to swallow and a firey hell was burning the walls of my mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I called the doctor and made an appointment for 1245 pm. Low and behold proof positive test came back for STREP. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Had I been diagnosed on a Tuesday, I probably wouldn’t have minded as much. I honestly don’t really care when I have to miss a day or two from work. I am fully capable of doing my job from home. In fact, I think I am able to do a better job from home. I can access all of my emails and all of the rating programs I use in the office without the distractions that come with being in the office. I usually get 8 hours of work completed in 3. Go figure.
Anyway. Why am I pouting?
I hardly EVER “Go. Out”.
(Most of my weekends are spent at home with my child, or reading, or sleeping, or watching the E channel, and writing. And that works for me.)
I never never never have “PLANS to Go. Out.”
(The biggest ‘plans’ I’ve made over the last few years, have been to meet one of my friends at their house for a riveting game of scrabble.)
But I have I never never ever ever ever ever “Been Given An Exclusive Invitation To Go Out With One Of My Girlfriends And: A Multi-Millionaire (that drives a Bentley and a Lamborghini, with his other Multi-Millionaire Bentley and a Lamborghini driving buddy) To The Roof Top Club in N.Y.C. With A Guest List That Is Laced With Celebrities (including Alec Baldwin).
No. That. Never Happens. (For Me).
Except that it did.
On Saturday.
And I couldn’t go.
Yep.
I am pouting.
I am sick of being hungry. I am sick of watching everyone else eat all of the foods I can’t enjoy. I am sick of being sick. I am sick of missing out. I am sick of being tired. I am sick of being angry. I am sick of not having any control over any of these issues. And, I am sick of whining and complaining. So I will just go back to bed, get under the covers, and shut up now.
PS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND OF 20 YEARS LESLIE! I LOVE YOU! xxoo xxoo xxoo. I HOPE THAT YOU ARE HAVING THE BEST WEEKEND EVER. xxoo xxoo xxoo
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