Saturday evening, kids. 8:00 p.m. in your time zone.
Turn out the lights for an hour and show the world how much you care about the planet you live on.
I spoke a bit too soon in my last post. By Sunday, 3/16, I was pretty much over the bronchitis. Sadly, the next day my back went twinge on me and by Tuesday morniong, I was in spasms so severe I though I was going to fall down when I tried to walk. Thankfully, I'm able to work from home with this job, so I did on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.
Thanks to the R.C.'s long experience with the same back problem, I started in with the precisely correct treatment Tuesday afternoon and by Friday I was able to work most of the day. I went shopping yesterday, am sitting up at the computer today (although not for long--I still want to be very careful), and plan to work full days again, starting tomorrow. I'm almost pain-free, with no more medication over the last five days than a few Advil.
So far, aside from having provided me with the treasure of full-time employment, I can't say that 2008 is gifting me with much joy, but maybe this will be the last of the misadventures.
Posted by AnneZook at 11:37 AM | Comments (0)Then, whoosh, it's been two or three weeks since you've written a blog entry and you're ashamed of yourself.
For those who care, the New Job continues to be peaceful and undemanding. It's not the most exciting employment ever but it's certainly the least-stressful job I've had in the last 25 or 30 years.
The annual California Trek was delightful. I met up with Meg at DIA and we flew to Vegas to meet up with friends. The next day five of us piled into a van and road-tripped into Ventura for four days of sun-and-surf and gabbing and eating and general what-not.
I'm a fan of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives because it showcases mostly the kind of food I used to love and haven't really allowed myself to eat since The Diet. Turns out that Ashlyn, our designated driver, is also a fan! In comparing episodes we'd seen, the subject of the Mad Greek Café came up and she mentioned that we were going to drive right past it on our way to CA.
And, yes, I am eight, so I whined until she stopped and let us visit. (Obligatory YouTube link for them as likes that kind of thing--I found it but did not actually watch it, so at your own risk.) It was lovely.
Food was a big part of this weekend. The part of Ventura we were close to, known as "old town," seems to be the place to go for fabulous food and I did my best to eat it all. Next year, I'm going to try every restaurant I didn't make it to this year. Including that cute little Ben & Jerry's on the main street.
And! I went a little crazy one evening and had half a glass of wine! I might have had the whole glass, but a couple of friends wandered by and tempted me with an Argentinean café they'd discovered, so I abandoned the booze in favor of yet another new dining experience.*
Our hotel was right on the beach, making it easy for us to stagger through the sands or hang out on the patio and gaze with admiration at the distant surfer boys.** I spent a fair amount of time there, basking in the balmy warmth and thinking that maybe, just maybe, there might be really good reasons that sane people choose to live in California. Like 75-degree temperatures in March.
Then the five of us road-tripped back to Vegas and the next morning I flew home.
Before, during, and after the trip, I continued to suffer from bronchitis. A visit with my doctor last week wound up providing me with antibiotics and an inhaler, both of which I used faithfully, but with all of the changes of climate and location fighting against them, there was only so much that modern medicines could do. Now that I'm home, I hope to get rested up and healthy again very soon.
Sorry this wasn't more interesting. Maybe next time?
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* The Argentina Café? Was fabulous. I had a potato-and-onion soup and my dining companions had kale salads. We all selected the inexpensively priced mix-and-match empanadas for our main courses and swapped bites to sample as many items as possible.
** Sadly, when someone wandered down for a closer look at the surfer "boys" she discovered that most of them were our age or older.*** After I got back to Denver, a California Expert I met admitted that our part of the coast wasn't trendy for the younger generation.
*** Not that I'm being ageist or anything. It's just that I always have a mental picture of surfers looking like Frankie Avalon and his friends.
Criminy. I hate getting sick, and I hate it when a simple (!) head cold turns into bronchitis.
After fighting the Beastly Illness for 10 days on my own, I visited my Health Professional and acquired two prescriptions. One for an inhaler, which I filled Friday afternoon. And one for an antibiotic that, per instructions, I filled on Monday when the inhaler was clearly not going to do the job.
Today is a milestone day. This morning, I walked from my car into the building, climbed the stairs to the second floor, and walked around the office to the back where my cubicle is. And I did not need to sit down and rest for a couple of minutes when I arrived at my desk.
Anyhow. That's mostly why I haven't been blogging. It's been taking all my energy to get through the work day. In the evenings, I mostly rest and gather strength for the next day.
Sigh. There was much I could have blogged. I could have blogged Saturday, when it was 74 gorgeous degrees here and the R.C. and I celebrated the spring-like weather with a massive Shopping Amnesty Day that cost me a significant percentage of my first paycheck. Or Sunday, when it snowed and I spent part of the day messing around in the kitchen, trying a new recipe. Or any of my days at work, where the high point of the day has been the moment when I see someone by the coffee pot and they speak to me. I could have talked about the job itself, which I enjoy a great deal. Or I could have talked about how Bernie has been calling again, wanting me to work for him again because She isn't up to the job.
But, no, I had to get sick and listless.
In other news, I leave town tomorrow. Flying to Vegas and then Road Tripping to the LA area with a group of friends for the weekend.
With a bit of luck, I'll be in better shape by tomorrow and certainly I hope to be perkier by the time I get back to town.
In the meantime, amuse yourselves with this and have a good week!