Sicko

I've actually still been battling illness this week, but I hate posting about being sick because I feel like such a goddamn whiner. My theory is that the intestinal virus that I had a few weeks back [only two posts ago - eesh] has made my stomach lining and esophagus really, really tender. Well this week, I started feeling like I was coming down with a respiratory nasty, so I took work off, drank tons of orange juice, ate tomato soup for dinner - antioxidants galore, y'know? - and of course, took a swig of NyQuil [can't have a cold with the Giant Fucking Q] before I went to bed. What happens? I could breathe really great that night, and I was sleeping really well, but I woke up in the middle of the night nauseous, with that awful "churning" in my upper guts [which was happening with the intestinal virus] and dry-heaving. I also had the "fever chills," and just generally felt like I now had both a respiratory nasty and a tummy nasty. So I stayed home yesterday too. Was feeling better all around by last evening, except still having some nasal drippiness, so I took NyQuil and ended up with - again - really really severe stomach cramping late into the night and early this morning. Then to really top off a wonderful week, I came down with a migraine today. Had to go home early. At this point, all sick time is coming out of my paycheck...I ran out of sick time about six months ago...it's been a rough year for me, hasn't it?

And now you see why I hate these "I've been sick" posts. Whine-whine-whine and whine.

But truly, it's been really bothering me and pissing me off. Totally disruptive. I'm going to keep a very detailed journal of what's going on with my body, and if I'm not feeling absolutely stellar by the end of next weekend, I'm asking my Doc to do an upper G.I. to check for ulcers.

Oh, and it's not like my diet is to blame for this lately. I went back on Weight Watchers a month ago...I've been eating healthier and leaner than ever, and historically, when I straighten up and eat right, I don't ever have tummy problems or acid reflux or anything like that. G had bleeding ulcers when he was a teenager, and he told me that viruses and bacteria infections can actually cause ulcers. - A virus caused his. Eeesh. So...this is absolutely confoundingly annoying, but I plan to get to the bottom of it and fix it...whatever "it" may be.

Okay, I'm done with the "health crap" post.

SO.

The Prodigal Blogger

Yeah, been a little dusty and abandoned around here. I've been focusing lots of energy on Corvo whenever I am online. Speaking of which, Fantomatique has been really doing great for us. We made it to "round 2" at Garageband.com, and we're currently #11 in Industrial! Last week, we were on the FRONT PAGE all week under "What's Hot Now: Industrial," see?



If I could just get my body to behave itself, I would be having a most excellent November.

I know it could be worse, but...I think I'm just more perplexed than upset. I've never had a nasty hang onto me like this for such a prolonged amount of time...

TV!

Oh my Goddess, my new favorite show ever is Showtime's [Masters of Horror]. I am so into it! So far, my favorite story was last week's: "Dance of the Dead." It was so darkly romantic and twisted and interesting, too. I've loved all of them so far. Tonight is Dario Argento's opus...should be pretty fucked up. I already can't wait for the DVD of the full collection to come out!



OH. And we're on Buffy's FINAL FINAL ending episode. Yikes! We managed to keep ourselves from hearing or reading ANYTHING about how Buffy ends, so....wow, what a season it's been. I'm still sad that the show ever ended, but I've gotta say, Joss Whedon has done one HELL of a job making it one of THE best ending seasons I've ever seen in a television series. -Unlike Six Feet Under's final season, which pissed me off in the WORST way about fourth episode in. *sigh* SO disappointing. I never even finished Six Feet Under! I'm sure we'll rent the final episodes at some point, but more out of obligation than anything. *sigh*

MacReady!

My sweet baby boy is SIXTEEN YEARS OLD tomorrow!

He is SO happy and cancer-free. He's putting back on some weight and acting all bouncy and youthful these days. We're so in love with that mutt.


What's not to love?

M O O D:

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