Sniffly sniff, whistily wheeze...

I do not like sickness. He is not my friend. I liken him to an unwelcome house guest that shows up at the most inopportune times and quickly proceeds to wear out his welcome. I just got over strep throat approximately one week ago. Now, a good head cold has taken up residence in my knoggin. Boo.

I must have no manner of luck at all. I hardly ever get sick. My body must be making up for lost time. This is definitely my least favorite part about this time of year. Birthday? Yay! Valentine's Day? Woohoo. Bring on the chocolate. Illness? ... meh. I think I have just created the perfect little cocktail of susceptibility in my life as of late - I get very little sleep. I stress over everything... school, wedding details, laundry, you name it. My diet is not what one might call balanced. And oh yeah... I live with a two year old who goes to daycare. Let's be honest with ourselves here.. is a daycare really anything but a petri dish with a playground and plush toys? Oy with the poodles already.

I don't mean to be so bleh. My head is cloudy. My ears seem plugged... as if everything I hear is a mile away. I cannot breathe through my nose. The bottle to the right is my best friend. -------->



The sniffles bring out the worst in me. I should work on that.

I'm not normally such a stink. I just needed to get my "hmph" out. I was able to get a lot done this evening, which was such a blessing. I have a pretty heavy week this week coming - two or three tests, numerous computer exercises, several short essays, a research paper on ethics in information technology (ugh..), etc. Being able to knock out a lot this evening alleviated some of the stress I was feeling about all of that, especially since Scott and I are painting my dad's entire house (just about) this weekend. That will be fun! Ha. Trust me, a blog will definitely (and hopefully with pictures!) be in store post painting weekend.

In the mean time, I will continue to try to use my time as efficiently as possible, doing things like Google image searching "sniffle," and finding such gems as this one:


Now how can anyone grump at that?

Or other treats that convict me when all I want is a doctor's note so that I don't have to leave my glass of OJ and warm bed to drive all the way to school, like this one:

Now, my strep throat warranted a visit to the doc. I will spare him my sniffles. Should've eaten that apple a day! Drat.

And lastly, ladies and gentlemen, I have saved you the best for last. Please, click the link below and enjoy. Share it with every sick person that you know. It is sure to bring a smile to anyone suffering with a case of the "sniffly sniff, whistily wheezes." :)

http://lair2000.net/Pooh_Lyrics/Songs/Sniffly_Sniff.html

Thanks for reading! :)

Oh, whadda weekend..

This weekend was a whirlwind! I can't believe it's already done. Two huge things happened this weekend - first, Scott moved into our apartment! There are no words for how much I love this apartment or how excited I am to live there (with the future hubs, haha) in only five months! Second, I turned 21! Where did 2009 go? When did Feb. 7th of 2010 get here? And swoosh.. it's gone already. Times flies when you're havin' fun. Goodness. :)

To elaborate on the weekend's festivities, we began moving on Friday (well... I began then; Scott works second shift at Boeing, and didn't get to get started in the fun until Saturday morning). We have sooo much stuff! And we're only moving stuff from his house in right now.. big furniture, dishes, shelves, essentials... those sorts of things. The little knick-knacks and cute stuff - stuff that'll give the place personality, lol - will trickle in over the next five months as I make my transition over there. Can't wait to live in our wonderful little two-bedroom apartment and get started on our life together, as Mr. and Mrs. Robert Scott Lewis. *Warm fuzzies.*

I'm almost jealous that he gets to move in already. We searched high and low for apartments - had to find the right fit (and the right price, of course). The inside had to have the right feel - nothing too suffocating, too cramped, too old, too... you know... We wanted a good community, too. Okay, maybe that was more my request - something homey, something comfortable, something that didn't make me want to run from my car to the apartment, something that made me happy to invite people over. We got all of it! A wonderful apartment - two bedrooms, wonderful lighting, up-to-date fixtures, not too old, not too expensive, located a perfect distance from Scott's work and my school, and situated in a cozy little community complete with trees, a pond, and cute little stands scattered around that hold tiny poo-bags to clean up after your pets (don't laugh... we'll have puppies one day, and I appreciated the thought). :) Praise the Lord for answered prayers. I am overwhelmed by his awesomeness, and I am so excited to see how He will continue to work in our lives.

Next big weekend event - I'm 21! I am officially into my twenties. When I was twelve, I can distinctly remember thinking, "I'm going to be 13 soon! Thirteen. I am going to be an age with 'teen' in it! Oh my!" Ha. Oh how the times change... and fly by! All that being said, I was able to enjoy my 21st in the midst of the busy moving weekend. Saturday evening (Feb. 6th, mind you), Scott and my younger sister, Kaitlyn, took me to mexican (my favorite! :D), and the kind people at Senor Tequila allowed me an (early) lime margarita (or two.. haha). We had such a fun time, and Kaitlyn kindly drove us home. :) Sunday, my actual birthday, my mom treated me to lunch with Scott and Kait at the Noisy Oyster.. shrimp, oysters, and.. this delicious beverage called a Van Gogh Espresso Shake. Sounds silly, I know. It did have "big girl" things in it like Bailey's Irish Cream and something else, but I have to be honest when I say that I ordered it because it had ice cream, coffee-flavored something or other, lots of whipped cream, and coffee beans on top! The picture looked nice. Ha! Happy birthday to me.

Oh yeah! It was Super Bowl weekend, too. We had dinner at Scott's parents house to watch the game and have a good time. His mom made me a birthday cake. It was a yellow cake with chocolate icing, colorful sprinkles, and the coolest squiggly birthday candles. 'Twas delicious, and I was so grateful for the kindness from my future in-laws. :)

Now.. back to the grind. It is Monday... sigh.. much to read, more to write, and even more to study. Have to quickly type up some missed notes for a friend, and all while watching Gilmore Girls in Scott's (soon to be our) living room with my wonderful future husband. I love him, and I think I just might marry him.

More soon. Thanks for reading! :)

Gettin' ready for the big time...

Oh. My. Goodness.

In the past week and a half, I have had three tests, numerous "busy" assignments (i.e. computer exercises, short essays, article reviews, etc), a few projects, nursery duty, wedding planning events, and... SICKness... emphasis on the SICK. Out of nowhere, my body decided to punish me for all of the stress I've been putting it through. Not getting enough sleep, a hardly balanced diet, very little exercise (short of walking across campus), stress, worry, stress, worry... it all caught up with me. Monday afternoon I had a sinus headache to rival all sinus headaches. To be quite honest, I wished that somebody had invented a vice grip for the head. All I could do was take Tylenol sinus something or other and lay down. I woke up Tuesday feeling somewhat better, definitely not 100%. By Tuesday afternoon, I knew I was in trouble. I was disoriented, foggy, and in a lot more pain. My throat also started to irritate me greatly... It all came crashing down by Wednesday morning. I woke up Wednesday feeling quite like what I would imagine one who has just been struck by a Peterbilt would feel like. My throat was on fire. I ached all over. After looking in the mirror and finding an angry looking tonsil the size of a walnut, I decided a doctor's appointment was probably the safe route to take.

My fears were confirmed by a long, painful and annoying Q-tip. Doc told me it was one of the nastiest cases of strep throat she'd seen in a while. Joy. Now two days into the Zpak, I'm feeling as though my health is improving. I'm certainly nowhere near fully recovered. I had to break a 101.7 fever last night; got it back down to normal today. I've guzzled probably gallons of water in 48 hrs, injested mass quanties of Tylenol, gargled several glasses of warm salt water, rested and caught up on some DVR'd Lifetime movies (guilty pleasure... sue me :P) ...and now... I must get back to work.

I have sooo much to do! I have no time for sickness. I gave two full days over to this little bugger known as Streptococcus pyogenes, and now, with several days of Zpak to go.. I must get back to the mountain of work that awaits me (and that has been steadily building in my absence). Tonight, I have to finish a physiology lab report on muscle fatigue and study for a psychology exam tomorrow. Hip hip hooray. Tomorrow, I will spend my Friday with my nose in a book (well.. several) catching up on reading that I have been too out of it to benefit from in these past few days.

I find myself wondering... was this period of being under the weather supposed to be punishment? or benefit? I did appreciate the 48 hrs of R&R, but it fell right in the middle of a business-as-usual week! I know I have been asking too much of myself, and that is probably what left me susceptible to such a nasty case of icky throat.. but goodness gracious! I will just have to do a better job of fitting healthier habits into my schedule. Must kick procrastination in the tookus!

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Please pray for me. Time management is not my forte', and the mountain of work (and wedding planning left to do) is great.

"But Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." (Matt. 19:26)

Lord, please just help me to use this promise to further Your kingdom, and not my own. Amen.