As of this weekend, I don’t think I can enjoy Indian food or nuts any longer, as they were the last two things I ate before my stomach violently betrayed me. Reversely, I discovered a new addiction for ginger ale – the home remedy was the only thing that could make my stomach feel better and now I crave it often.
Ah, the flu.
At least by Sunday I was feeling better. And extremely motivated. I did three loads of laundry, two loads of dishes, burned myself on the oven twice, made supper and dessert, worked out, knitted and did my nails.
I’m not sure if I love them, but they’re different. And to me, different is usually good. Also, don’t discriminate. I’m crap at doing my nails.
If that weren’t enough, I also caught up on the rest of last season’s NCIS, just in time for it to start again Tuesday.
I woke up today noticing that my eye had a bunch of burst blood vessels. In case you missed my Facebook, here it is:
I’m sorry. Eyeballs are coool. Someone suggested that it was most likely due to being ill, repeatedly, into the toilet. I can’t think of any other reason as to why it’s there.
Today I enjoyed my first PDO by going on a 17th Avenue date with Chris. Poutine, gourmet donuts and light shopping. After, we went out separate ways – he fished, of course, and I read and enjoyed yet another pumpkin spice latte.
Thinking about getting up early to work it all off tomorrow! *snort* I’ll believe it when I see it.
Having a heckuva time being motivated to write. It’s been probably three weeks now. Any words of wisdom or threats of bodily harm to help get me going again would be greatly appreciated. My self-imposed deadlines are seeming more and more impossible by the day.
This has gone on far too long. Tell me about your weekend!