Apparently Recovered

Well, I am pleased to announce that I'm not curled in a fetal ball wishing for death any longer.

I (surprise, surprise--to me anyhow) was able to sleep all night, and when I woke up, my tummy was no longer giving me intense anguish.  It just feels a little sore.  I guess that goes to show that persistant vomitting, gagging at the smell of food, and pissing and moaning about how shitty you feel in a public livejournal can have a healing effect on the corporeal body.

I would actually love to curl up for another three hours of sleep, but I have an appointment with my chiropractor for acupuncture and electro therapy and an adjustment at 9:30, so I have to get up and get myself ready to go.  I am going to go to the grocery store for a few small items--mainly bread and apples and some chicken.  Oh, and rice and corn on the cob if there is any that looks decent.  I'm hungry for corn on the cob with butter.

I'm supposed to go to lunch with the stalker today, but I don't think I will.  I think I will stay at home and baby this tummy another day at least. 

I don't think I could tolerate the screeching of the Stalker very well today.  And I don't want to eat anything greasy or spicy.  Yuck.

I am totally bitten up by mosquitoes from 4th of July.  I must have delicious blood.  Everyone else claimed they weren't being bitten at all.  My legs are a mass of welts from those little bastards. 

I just looked over the pirate set I got on Ebay.  Playmobil set 3939.  COOL.  I got four more people.  And a skeleton.  I suppose it would be very bad to call it Death of Dying Due to Piratical Hijinx.  Since that is the brain child of DMM's lego Web Comic.  Of course, my little comic will have NOTHING like the following his does.  Mine will most likely be an in-house, friends only thingy.  I love me Pirate ship though!  heheheheh  Maybe this afternoon I can take some pictures of the ship and the pirates and post them up. 

The cat is shedding like crazy.  This makes me believe that her puking is probably unavoidable.  I smeared some hairball anti-puke goo on her back paws so she would like it off and hopefully digest the hairballs.  Instead of spewing them all over the domicile.  It was funny though, to see her walk off, shaking her back paws at every step, hoping to dislodge it.  Heh heh heh.  I'm smarter than that.  I SMEARED it into her fur.  The only way she will get it off is to LICK it. 

Poor kitty.  But dammit!  I'm tired of cleaning up puke.

Needless to say, yesterday, I really didn't accomplish much due to feeling like crap all day.  Today I want to finish going through my closets and drawers and getting rid of clothes that I know I will never wear again.  I filled a whole garbage bag up with stuff for my sister in law to put on her garage sale.  It would be nice to make a little money, but I will not be holding my breath.  heh heh.

GAH.  Freaking stalker just called.  I told her about not wanting to go to lunch because of my stomach issues, and she spent twenty minutes lecturing me on how I certainly have an ulcer and/or acid reflux.

God.  Give me strength.

I had all sorts of strange, bizarre, twisted dreams last night.

I can't remember them except that I was supposed to go to some kind of  lesson and I didn't.  And I was going to be in trouble for not attending.  Part of the dream was that I filled the tub to take a bath, and when I went to get into it, it was filled with ants.  The water was full of ants.  The sides of the tub were covered with ants.  Ants were suspended in the water like bananas in green jello.

Sigh.

It was disgusting.

Well, I gotta go to my chiropractor appointment.

TA

 

 

 

 

Update before beddie-bye

I went to my chiropractor appointment and got the works.  Her new offices are VERY nice.  Instead of being in a dreary basement, she is now up on the second floor of the bank building, and has lots of windows--nice and BRIGHT.  The offices look MUCH bigger than her old offices, but she says it is exactly the same amount of space--it's just laid out differently.  I like it.

After that, I didn't go get groceries.  I went to the drug store where I picked up some more Playmobil stuff for my Pirate Comic.  All the toys were 20% off, which was cool.  I bought a few odds and ends in the Playmobil line--not all pirates, since that was too confining--I needed more and different people.  I can always repaint them to MAKE them pirates.  In addition to the Playmobil stuff, I bought some very cool plastic animals that were appropriately scaled.  I got a sheep, a goat, a couple of bunnies (grenade resistant), a baby gorilla, and a couple of skunks.  I almost bought a ram, but there was only one, and one of his curly horns was broken off. 

When I got home, I assembled a lot of the things that needed assembly and put them in my plastic box, especially purchased for storage of my Pirate Swag.  I really find this playmobil stuff fascinating.  There's so much detail!

I retuned Kari's (my sister-in-law) call--turns out that article was in the paper--the one that I was interviewed for by Jason Felts.  I don't think he used the most interesting information I gave him, but heh.  His loss. 

Ingrid and I went to see War of the Worlds in Rochester at the CineMagic.  It was okay.  I give it a solid B.  Tom Cruise was typecast in the roll of an irresponsible, immature moron.  The movie had some serious issues...for example, how the HELL did Robby escape that attack of the Martian war machines?  And if the Martians could invent a probe that could see and hear, why didn't they give it a heat-seeking capability??  It would have sniffed them out of that basement in no time if it had that.  And further more, if I were an alien from outerspace poking around in a human dwelling, why in the world would I slog around in a nasty old basement?  Why wouldn't I go into the nicer part of the house upstairs?  And they must have been pretty stupid not to see through those slats that Tom and company were hiding behind.

And what was all that about the blood?  Did they use it to fuel their machines?  EAt it?  Use it to grow whatever the hell that ropy vine was??

And why in the hell would people head toward the big cities?  ARe they that stupid?  They would certainly be the next targetted spots.  I'd head for the mountains or a forest where there wasn't anybody around but me and mine.  I'd raid the first safe grocery store I came across for canned goods and water and whatever.  I'd make damn sure I had a good supply of chocolate!!

Then I'd find myself a nice deep hole and I'd hide in it until they croaked of their virus.

Ah well.

I have to start thinking about the exchange gift for my CiJ person.  It's supposed to be a Christmas in July theme.  She collects Barbie, Ken, and Kelly.  I think I will make matching outfits for them of Christmas fabric that I have on hand.  Then I will make a Christmas stocking for Kelly and stuff it with little goodies.  I'll make a plate with a couple cookies on it for Santa, and I THINK I have a spare mini nativity set somewhere that I can give her too.  I've asked her several times to give me her snail mail, but so far, nothing.

Sigh.

I have a major headache--probably the result of screwed up blood sugar.  It is screwed up because I was so sick yesterday that I didn't eat. Now I have to deal with the effects of not eating.  Feh.  Can't win.

Now, I have to go to bed as I am very tired, and I MUST write some tomorrow. 

I think I am going to tell the story of Night and Shadow.  I'm going to make them fruit bats.  heh heh heh

That'll be a good way to excuse them from drinking blood.