Sunday, March 08, 2009

More Yellow Wallpaper

Well, hello! Let's just dive right in, shall we?

We have new neighbors in the townhouse diagonal from us (the building is L shaped, and we are in the corner). The new neighbors have a dog. Normally, I like dogs. I like them better than people, generally speaking. I have no idea what my next-door neighbors names are, but I know the names of both of their dogs. But this new neighbor's dog, he's testing me.

Because he WILL.NOT.STOP.BARKING.

It's kind of driving me insane.

Right now, I'm try to make a game out of it. You know, like trying to predict the pattern of his barks, and barking quietly along at the same time. Which, I know, makes me sounds as crazy as the crazy I'm trying to avoid. But this kind of crazy is harmless, whereas the kind of crazy I am trying to avoid is the kind that usually involves cops and jail time.

So we're barking.

[abrupt subject change]

Ok, so the latest round of illness to befall me: virulent stomach virus. Such fun.

I woke up in the morning, started getting ready for work, and threw up. Ate some crackers, threw up. Took a nap, threw up. Called my boss, took a longer nap. Woke up, felt ok. I didn't feel great or anything, but I thought it was ok. I get sick to my stomach a lot, so I figured it was just allergies. Because yes, my allergies are that bad. So I went to work. And throughout the day, I felt not-so-great, which is not my normal I-just-threw-up-from-allergies feeling, but I refused to consider that I might be actually sick.

Everyone at work: AAAAAH! Why are you here?!!!!

Me: I'm totally fine!

Everyone at work: Don't touch anything! And don't breathe in my air space!

(I'm not kidding about that---when I was sitting in my boss's office talking to her, she got a phone call from my coworker, and her conversation went like this: "Uh-huh . . . yeah, she's here talking to me . . . Ok." *click* [looks at me] "She says not let you touch anything in here.").

And then I got home, felt progressively worse, and then discovered that the morning had just been a kind of warm up, if you will, a sign of things to come.

At work, there are two strands of illness going around---a cold and a stomach virus. My friend at work who has the same first name also got it. Even though we were not the first people to catch it, whenvever someone says they think they are coming down with something, people say, "what do you think you have---a cold, or [J]'s problem?" So now my name=stomach virus. De-lightful.

I think my friends must think I just make this stuff up to get out of leaving my house. "Oh, I would love to come have dinner with you, but unfortunately *cough cough* I seem to have caught something." But really, I DREAD telling people that I'm sick because it happens so often. But I feel like full disclosure is necessary because I have this totally irrational fear that I will pass the illness along, but somehow it will mutate and kill my friends or their children, and I will have to live with that guilt for the rest of my life. And then I'll have to decide whether or not I ever confess that I was the one that got them sick. And I'm just trying to avoid that.

On a side note, I just want to say how sweet RR was when I was sick. She drove some files up to work for me, went and bought me crackers, and made sure I stayed hydrated. She deserves some kind of medal, in my opinion.

In other news, I am super-excited about the Palm Pre coming out soon. I'm not even on Sprint anymore, but I'd consider switching back for the phone. I don't even know why I care about it---I don't normally get excited about cell phones. So, you may be thinking, will my excitement translate into my FINALLY upgrading my phone, which is at least four years old, the phone that a coworker saw on my desk last week and asked me why there was an ancient cell phone on my desk? No. I'm super cheap. My phone works great, and I don't need anything fancy, and ecologically-speaking, it's better to keep using your phone rather than upgrading.

But if anyone knows of any Pres that, um, fell of the back of a truck, if you know what I mean, do let me know. Well, more like, if you know of anyone that just hates theirs and wants to give it away. I would be willing to take it off their hands.