For the past week now I have been filled with a great annoyance that one would call a mix between the flu and a cold. IT SUCKS!!! It started with a mild sore throat, no big deal. You know, the kind that starts out pretty bad but by the end of the day you hardly notice it. It was that was for about 4 days, then it hit me!!! I literally felt like I had been hit by a truck. Sore throat, with extreme body aches, the kind that 800Mg's of Tylenol barely touch. From there each day has since been worse. Now you can add sinus pressure under my eyes and behind my nose and really bad behind my ears and at the base of my skull. My co-worker had similar symptoms last week that turned in to strep. OH NO! Not me!!! I am not going to get it. I am taking Tylenol, multi-vitamins and drinking a lot of fluids mixed with extra sleep and my inhaler for the shortness of breath. I trust that I will get better!
This new annoyance has lead me to thing about the term "sicker than a dog" and whether or not I fall into the category of being sicker than a dog. So since I have nothing better to do, I did the research for you, in case you really wondered. (If not...humor me.)
The term sicker than a dog refers to the fact that dogs, like garbage disposals, will eat just about anything which often causes them to vomit. It is also hinted at in Proverbs 26:11 As a dog returns to it's vomit, so a fool repeats his folly. My old dog wasn't one who frequently hurled, so if you can relate, I feel bad for you.
So to answer the question that got this research started, thankfully I am not sicker than a dog! (I am probably not smarter than a 5th grader either)
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
This new venture
Today is my first of hopefully many Blogging attempts. I hope that as time goes by you will see great changes in this page.
What will you read on this page you ask? (You are asking...right?) Mostly random, weird stories about me, my crazy wonderful life, probably many about my son, who knows maybe I will write you a short story or two.
Ummm... excuse me, ma'am...
Today was a pretty typical day at work. As usually the afternoon was very hectic, you feel like you are in the blender and someone presses the high button with the lid off. You fly everywhere and somehow, at the end, you land in the same place. I was seeing a patient at about 3:30 or so. Her Dad was sitting next to the mother of another patient. As I was updating the father about his daughters treatment I noticed that the mothers shirt seemed a little strange. She was dressed really cute ( I had already commented on her fab shoes. Patent leather, tiny bow, kitten heel) leggings, necklace that matched her outfit perfectly. She was in black and grey, the shirt was lighter in color than the leggings. What was it about that shirt...I tried to figure it out without it looking like I was staring at her, which of course, I was. Then I noticed it...her seam was really bold, no it was showing. HER SHIRT WAS ON BACKWARD!!! I got really nervous and glanced at the clock to check the time. Not to see how long until I got off work, not to see if Dr. Ensley was on time, but to see if she really had worn her shirt all day inside out (or right side in ,if you choose). Then I wondered to myself, does she work out of the home, is she a business woman... I could not let her go on any longer, I felt bad for her and her teenage daughter. I made a plan, I needed to go over to her and very quietly whisper to her. After I had finished with my patient, I quickly walked over to her, bend down really close and whispered. She gave a little half-smile, looked up at me, winked, and said, " It's backwards day at school. I work at a preschool." Boy was I embarrassed! No big surprise...the joke was on me!
What will you read on this page you ask? (You are asking...right?) Mostly random, weird stories about me, my crazy wonderful life, probably many about my son, who knows maybe I will write you a short story or two.
Ummm... excuse me, ma'am...
Today was a pretty typical day at work. As usually the afternoon was very hectic, you feel like you are in the blender and someone presses the high button with the lid off. You fly everywhere and somehow, at the end, you land in the same place. I was seeing a patient at about 3:30 or so. Her Dad was sitting next to the mother of another patient. As I was updating the father about his daughters treatment I noticed that the mothers shirt seemed a little strange. She was dressed really cute ( I had already commented on her fab shoes. Patent leather, tiny bow, kitten heel) leggings, necklace that matched her outfit perfectly. She was in black and grey, the shirt was lighter in color than the leggings. What was it about that shirt...I tried to figure it out without it looking like I was staring at her, which of course, I was. Then I noticed it...her seam was really bold, no it was showing. HER SHIRT WAS ON BACKWARD!!! I got really nervous and glanced at the clock to check the time. Not to see how long until I got off work, not to see if Dr. Ensley was on time, but to see if she really had worn her shirt all day inside out (or right side in ,if you choose). Then I wondered to myself, does she work out of the home, is she a business woman... I could not let her go on any longer, I felt bad for her and her teenage daughter. I made a plan, I needed to go over to her and very quietly whisper to her. After I had finished with my patient, I quickly walked over to her, bend down really close and whispered. She gave a little half-smile, looked up at me, winked, and said, " It's backwards day at school. I work at a preschool." Boy was I embarrassed! No big surprise...the joke was on me!
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