Day 314: House Food
It just tastes better. [Project 365]
My sick week really threw me off my game, and by the time actual moving day rolled around, I didn’t have the kitchen or the bedroom packed up at all. So when I had helpers Sunday, we just moved furniture. That left everything else for me by my lonesome Monday. Plus I still had to clean the place. As usual, I underestimated the amount of shit I had in my possession. I got to the…
I was so busy actually moving that I didn’t really take any pictures of the actual move in progress. I’m so grateful to Evan and Shane and Ashley for helping me, though. There is no way in hell I could have gotten it done without them. Moving the cats to a new place has been the most hilarious and annoying thing ever. As soon as I let them out of their carriers at the new…
About fourteen years ago, my parents brought home this goofy white German shepherd and gave him an even goofier name. Festus was really into chasing cars and was scared to death of thunderstorms, so badly that if we didn’t leave the garage door cracked wide enough for him to slide under, he’d chew his way through if it stormed hard enough. He destroyed more than one storm door, garage door, and screen in his long…
Evan came to town Saturday while I was out skulking around in large East Memphis furniture stores. He sat in the parking lot and drank beer and waited for me to get back to Midtown. When I did, I instructed him to to grab his beer and get in the car and we headed back out east to hit even more stores. I saw some things I wanted but nothing I loved enough to go…
Someone just wouldn’t leave my side while I was sick. [Project 365]
Just been without internet for a bit during the move. Quickie mytery illness update: I am mostly better except for my throat, which hurts with the fury of a thousand suns’ angry balled fists pounding against piles of broken glass. I’m seeing a specialist tomorrow. It may mark the first time in my life that I have been excited to go to the doctor. I just want an end to the pain. Every swallow, every…
I’m not all better. I have moments, hours even, where I can function, even if I feel like shit during. But the crash comes. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why my head hurts, why my insides hurt, why my neck hurts, why my throat hurts, why I’m so tired, why I just need to lie down all the time. It’s started to fuck with my mind and I’m getting to the point where…
When I woke up this morning and was greeted by the same headache I’d been living with since Monday night, I knew I’d better haul ass to the doctor and list off all the random, weird symptoms I’d had since last week when I started feeling generally and non-specifically craptastic, or else I was never going to leave the bed ever again EVER. The doctor had not a lick to say about the weird bone…
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