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As much as I love ice cream, and pudding, and yogurt, and smoothies, my mouth is craving something it can crunch. Like nuts, or carrots, or crackers.

However, if I tried to eat some satisfyingly crunchy something, all the pain medication in the world wouldn't save me from the excruciating torture that would ensue. I'm at least a week away from feasting on anything more substantial than Yoplait.

*sigh*

It's "Get Fit" time at my agency. Every spring, the agency promotes an exercise campaign designed to get us cube farmers out of our chairs and into motion. This year I decided to actually participate. Two colleagues and I try to walk together on each of our breaks. If we can't manage to take our breaks together because one or another is stuck in an interview, we go by ourselves. This past week, I walked Thursday and Friday, 30 minutes each day in 15-minute intervals. Saturday I mowed the front yard. I was a couch potato today, however. I haven't weighed myself in the last few days. I've been afraid to. Although I've been a fairly good girl activity-wise, I've been a very bad girl food-wise. *sigh* Old habits die very hard.

Yesterday I also drove into Roseville. The original plan was to have lunch with a girlfriend, but she called when I was halfway there to beg off with a migraine. Instead, we'll meet tomorrow after my dental appointment. (Stitches come out! Yay!) Even though lunch was out, I continued on my merry way after all, and went to see an old friend at her bookstore, where I promptly dropped waaay too much money.

My family escaped being hit by the massive storms in Arkansas this past week. Although they caught some major rain, the tornados and high winds blew elsewhere. Mom informed me Sis and BIL made an offer on a house in Gadsden, which was accepted. Their escrow should close by the end of the month.

Escrow on my house in Arkansas is supposed to close next Monday. If it does, that means no house payment this month, and we can start banking the former mortgage money right away. Woot! Again, however, chickens are not being counted. It just ain't done until it's done. But I can keep my fingers crossed.

Today I had oral surgery. What fun. My mouth hurts. The Vicodin barely helps. And I get to eat nothing but soup, ice cream, and yogurt for the next few days. Oh, and you know the best thing? I get to do it again on the other side of my mouth in about six months.

*sigh*

I wish I hadn't inherited my father's gums.

Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
Oh how stuffy
My face iz

The other day, I answered the question "How do you tell it's spring?" with "Spring is when I use the heater when I drive to work in the morning and the air conditioner when I drive home in the afternoon."

But there's another sign of spring. Spring is when I suffer the annual bout with sinus drainage and a raw throat which will lead, eventually, to laryngitis. The pollen and mold count is high and allergy medication barely makes a difference.

Gosh I love spring.

Actually, I escaped this annual misery the last two years. "Cool," thought I, "the move to California means I have removed myself from the spring allergens!" Wrong. It just took me two years to develop a sensitivity to the allergens here.

*sniffle* *hack* *cough*

Pass the tissues, please.

...that one can have the flu with just the fever, body aches, nausea, and diarrhea, and without upper respiratory symptoms? That is, no congestion, sneezing, or coughing? Neither did I. Until today.

I can hardly even keep water down. Shoot me now, please.

I feel like crap on a stick.

Thank goodness for husbands who pamper their wives by bringing them hot Theraflu in a cup.

*hack*cough*wheeze*whimper*

We had to move the bed to get the old dresser out and the new dresser in, and somewhere in all that pushing and pulling and lifting and carrying, I aggravated that old back injury. It hurts to sit, it hurts to walk...If I lie down I'm okay, but I can't stay in bed forever. I have too much to do. Grrr.

Stupid headache.
*grump*

Tired, with a sore belly and bruises on his arms from the IVs and needle sticks, but he's home. Now maybe we can both get some rest.

My poor hubster is still in the emergency room, waiting for a bed to open up. But the doctors believe he doesn't need surgery, so that's a good thing.

shendoah, your "well shit!" vibes appear to be working.
[grin]