Venting

So, I chickened out of going to the doctor (I was scared of the expense, not experience). I had made the appointment and everything, but by noon, I was actually starting to feel a lot better. I'd also noticed that, although I was complaining about pain, I hadn't actually had to take any pain meds that day, so...

(And I really, really didn't want to go spend $100-200 on a visit only to be told, "Eh, you've just got a nasty cold. Drink plenty of water and get lots of rest.")


So, yeah. I drank lots of water (ooh! the rest of the chicken broth should be defrosted!), gargled salt water, and sat in front of the computer all day reading fanfic. And then chose to sleep on the couch instead of in bed, so that both Geoff and I might get a good night's sleep.

Today throat is still sore, ears still pricking, and sinuses still messy, but on the whole, everything is way better. The decent night's sleep probably helped just a smidge in my outlook, too.

Of course, now Geoff is coming down with this thing (he will insist on kisses), so it's looking like I will be the one getting trip (and everything else) clean-up duty, despite our having been back for five days now.

And I left this place looking so nice. I worked all day (8-7) on it.

4 hours. That's all it took to completely trash it. And I haven't been well enough to do anything but add to the mess.

(I used to think that Geoff was a packrat, but going through his junk drawer the other week, I came to the realization that no, he's not a packrat, he's a slob! And I don't understand how he can be OCD and be such a slob at the same time.)

Fucking men. And Geoff wonders why it's such a battle to get Babe to clean up every night? Maybe he's learning by example? (grr)

But, now I think I'm going to go back to bed. Or to bed, since I can't go back to where I wasn't. But back to sleep. And maybe when I wake up, I'll feel like I can face what needs to be faced.

(Though really, I'm wishing for more updates on the WIPs I'm reading.)