This week I've been sick with the laryngitis. Yes. THE laryngitis. I've decided it needs a the. So instead of talking, I'm typing up a blog. Because it seems the more I try to use my poor infected vocal chords, the slower they heal. I started my descent into croaks-ville on Friday night, had the most terrible fever over the weekend, and now have this lingering croak, which when irritated sends me into awful coughing fits where I die (a little. Every time.).
This is now day three of not being able to work (I went for a few hours yesterday to do paperwork and spent the rest of the day with a nasty and groggy headache). I haven't taken longer than three days to get over anything since I've started working. So this is quite the adjustment.
The problem is, that if I lay here, and rest, and don't talk, I feel relatively decent. So of course that sends me up to go do things. Like try to clean the house (another one of yesterday's attempts), during which I hack up a lung and come out with a terrible headache.
Now usually, I just get tonsitilis. Which I can actually get pills for. But for this stupid viral thing the doctor told me I'll just have to wait it out. Which I took as wait out a common cold, I'll be fine in a couple days, let it run it's course. I thought he was crazy when he offered me a note to be off work for the week (because all I do in my job is talk), "noooo no, I'll be fine" thinking - couple days I'll be up and at em... And now we're into day three (technically day 5) and I'm feeling like an idiot now.
Ah well. I guess blogging is a nice activity that can keep me in bed and not use my vocal chords.
We are still sans-internet so still no pictures to be put up, boo. But lots has been going on. We've been busy trying to set up our little house to feel homey. We finally found nice gently used couches, and I even build a shelf for the entry to hang our coats on. I was all excited to start decorating for Christmas but then I realized that I don't really have anything to put decorations on. No bookshelves. No mantle, no coffee table, no any kind of surfaces. So maybe things will have to wait a bit this year. Which is ok too. Hopefully we have many lovely Christmases in this house :)
I think that's about it for me now. The laryngitis wants to take a nap and I'm going to try my best to do what it says and see if that pleases it enough to go away!
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Friday, 9 November 2012
Checking in...
Hello blog friends!
I know I have been silent for the past couple weeks, but I promise it's for a good reason.
Drumroll please.
We are in our house!
Living, sleeping, eating, laughing, dancing, and bickering (cause lets be honest, it's hard to come to an agreement sometimes on where everything should go!) in our very own house.
The little house on the prairie is officially our home. And we are so happy.
That being said. Necessary things like moving and cleaning and unpacking have taken priority. And some of my fun things like music and pictures and blogging have had to take a little break. (Not to mention we are still without the luxuries of such things like internet or satellite tv, so I'm hotspotting a connection off my phone right now to send this post. This is also why you will have to wait to see any pictures, because I don't trust my little hotspot connection to handle a job as big as uploading those kinds of files). Which is fine.The last few weeks have been busy. And tiring. And Keith and I are now officially an old couple who goes to bed at 9-9:30 and wake up at 5:30. It has been heavy lifting. Dirty pants. Warm boots. Freezing fingers. Big sweaters. Fleece pants and long underwear. (The heating is still a work in progress).
But it's been great. I look forward to telling stories to our children one day of how we moved in just before November and had to get by with electrical heaters. It builds character.
I come from a crazy background like this. When I was ten my family moved off the big farm so my dad could take a new job, and we moved the house as well. We moved in the spring, and the night the windows were put in we moved in. I think we may have even just had cardboard over a few places still. No drywall. No plumbing. No heating. No stairs even. Just ladders and an outhouse in the woods and sleeping bags. I know that it definitely wasn't an easy time. But I wouldn't change a minute of it. Because I get to tell stories now of how we did this crazy move and had to go shower at the university and sit in the truck to warm up. I'm not saying I'm hard done by or not spoiled or anything. Because I have had so many wonderful occurrences and opportunities in my life. But crazy things like that make you willing to take risks and do things like that. Who wants to spend an extra month of rent so long as the roof is on there and everything is relatively sealed up?
Maybe we're just crazy.
I know I have been silent for the past couple weeks, but I promise it's for a good reason.
Drumroll please.
We are in our house!
Living, sleeping, eating, laughing, dancing, and bickering (cause lets be honest, it's hard to come to an agreement sometimes on where everything should go!) in our very own house.
The little house on the prairie is officially our home. And we are so happy.
That being said. Necessary things like moving and cleaning and unpacking have taken priority. And some of my fun things like music and pictures and blogging have had to take a little break. (Not to mention we are still without the luxuries of such things like internet or satellite tv, so I'm hotspotting a connection off my phone right now to send this post. This is also why you will have to wait to see any pictures, because I don't trust my little hotspot connection to handle a job as big as uploading those kinds of files). Which is fine.The last few weeks have been busy. And tiring. And Keith and I are now officially an old couple who goes to bed at 9-9:30 and wake up at 5:30. It has been heavy lifting. Dirty pants. Warm boots. Freezing fingers. Big sweaters. Fleece pants and long underwear. (The heating is still a work in progress).
But it's been great. I look forward to telling stories to our children one day of how we moved in just before November and had to get by with electrical heaters. It builds character.
I come from a crazy background like this. When I was ten my family moved off the big farm so my dad could take a new job, and we moved the house as well. We moved in the spring, and the night the windows were put in we moved in. I think we may have even just had cardboard over a few places still. No drywall. No plumbing. No heating. No stairs even. Just ladders and an outhouse in the woods and sleeping bags. I know that it definitely wasn't an easy time. But I wouldn't change a minute of it. Because I get to tell stories now of how we did this crazy move and had to go shower at the university and sit in the truck to warm up. I'm not saying I'm hard done by or not spoiled or anything. Because I have had so many wonderful occurrences and opportunities in my life. But crazy things like that make you willing to take risks and do things like that. Who wants to spend an extra month of rent so long as the roof is on there and everything is relatively sealed up?
Maybe we're just crazy.
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