I can always tell that it's not going to be my greatest day ever when I open my eyes in the morning to a blinding, screaming, rampaging headache. I stand by that statement even now. It wouldn't have been quite so bad if this hadn't been the second morning in a row that that has happened and I am now in my 3rd week of being sick.
About two weeks ago, after not feeling well for several days, I went to see my regular doctor. I was hoping that he could shed some light on the problem. The light that he shed on it was the surgical halogen of the medial lamp over my emergency room bed. It would seem that I scared my poor doctor just a wee bit with the fact that I couldn't breathe, my oxygen was way down, my heart beat was erratic and I kept feeling like I was going to fall over. Sorry for the fright, big guy, but you got me back by planting me in the ER for the rest of the day, didn'tcha'?
Long, boring story very shortened up, I was released after 2 EKG's, a couple of chest XRays, a CT Scan, 117 vials of blood drawn and the conclusion of what I DIDN'T have. The problem with that kind of thinking is that we still don't know what I do have. Although it doesn't seem to be contagious, thank God, since the folks living here with me are still living, if you get my drift. Husband and son are both healthy as jackasses horses, and I continue to wither with this illness of unknown origin while trying to keep up with all my work.
So, back to the headache. Although it wasn't a huge surprise, it was a disappointment since I had an event to do tonight on the Kansas side of the state line and I am going to miss that. Sorry, Hilary, hope it all goes well! I have a meeting in the morning with one of my stores and the owner, a friend of mine now, knows that I am sick and seems to be willing to take her chances. I'll be sure to not give her a big hug when I arrive nor will I spit in her cup of iced vanilla coffee with double vanilla and lots of Equal. I will cough into my elbow, wear a surgical mask, and try to not contaminate anything in my path. I am pretty sure it's safe. Between the bleach and the acrylic nails, you know nothing as simple as a virus can live in a salon!
So, in about a week (or less) I will be announcing the next big thing that I have decided that I absolutely must make so that my life will be complete. And if you think that I am exaggerating, I can give you my husband's cell number and he will assure you that I AM NOT! This new product line will become my obsession over the next however long it takes to complete, but once done, I can resume being normal and just work on working until the next inspiration strikes and I absolutely must make something else so that my life will again be complete. And before you start feeling all bad for my husband that only has to ignore my craziness, think about the poor guy that has to create all the labels for this stuff. THAT. I. MUST. CREATE. Feel sorry for that guy... and his wife... and maybe his kids... because while I am resting this evening, with this headache that is bigger than my body, he'll be working on those labels, again, that will grace every product that leaves this place. Good luck with that...
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