I really do rock

WI Mommy said so.

But right now, I'm oscillating between puking my guts up and moaning on the couch, so I'll have to a.) figure out how to get that button code later (when I can sit up for more than 30 seconds) and b.) pass the award along to other people.


More later, once I've recovered from whatever-the-fuck sickness I have this time.

Snotty McBoogernose

Ugh.

I'm still sick. I think it's a sinus infection. I have a fever (again) and my nose. Jesus, it's disgusting.

And! My tooth is fucking. killing. me. I got some stuff from CVS that is used as a temporary filling. It's helping some but every step sends throbbing pain thru my head. It's agony.

I called the local community college about getting this looked at, but they're on break until the fall. Great. I hope to hell I can hold out until then. I need a root canal. I don't have money for a root canal. What I'll probably wind up doing is babying this filling as long as possible, then having the tooth pulled and getting a crown/bridge/whatever at some point down the road. Lovely. At least it's a back tooth.

My friend B won tickets to tomorrow's Red Sox game and asked me to go along. Yay! I hope my head is better tomorrow. I may just dope myself up with anti-histimines and Motrin and cross my fingers that it all goes well. Wonder if I can sneak a nip bottle in to spike my soda.

Bullets Over Bedhead, part whatever in a sporadic series

• Doods. I have such a cold. My sinuses take turns on which side will be clogged. My throat feels like I've been eating light bulbs. And I think I have an abscessed tooth because the tooth that's broken is absolutely throbbing with pain. If it's not better by tomorrow, I'm calling my doctor for antibiotics. I don't have dental insurance or the money to get this sorted. The local technical college takes people for their students to practice on, but they don't run the program in the summer. I'm in such pain that I don't even care that it will be students pawing at my mouth. Given that I am The World's Worst Patient (tm) according to my last dentist, this is some indication of the level of pain I'm experiencing.

• The babies got this cold first and generously shared it with me. Bug is not sleeping at all. She screams the house down when I lay her down in the crib, but she doesn't want to be held, doesn't want to play on the floor or in the playpen - it's awful. She only wants me to hold her and since I feel like dried-out ass, it's not been a lot of fun. Boo has the same cold, minus the screaming thing. Her nose, however, is a river of snot. Bleurgh. I took them to the doctor today, but they don't have ear infections, just a virus. Bug's tonsils are swollen, thus the crying. The doctor tested her for strep but doesn't think it's likely. We just have to tough it out. Fantastic.

• It is so. fucking. hot. The bank dohickey said it was 100, which is a bit high, but not by much. Thank goodness we got that pool. As soon as I'm done typing this, I'm taking everyone in. I hate this kind of weather. It sucks the life out of you. I'd be quite happy if it could be about 75 - 80. Anything hotter than that is just too hot.

• Yesterday, as I was driving home from errands, Boo was sitting in the back seat, humming a tuneless song. Out of the blue and very conversationally, she said "Jesus god dammit." Whoops. Guess I need to make more of an effort to clean up my vocabulary.

• I went to see the Edward Hopper exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston a couple of weeks ago. If you're in the Boston area, go. It was fantastic. I was familiar with Nighthawks, but I didn't really know any of his other work. A lot of his work was looking in windows, looking into rooms and other people's lives. Fascinating. His architectural works are terrific, too. This one, his final painting, is my favourite:

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• I can't get that bullet out of there. It's bugging me. A lot.
  

• Looking at it on the computer doesn't do it any justice. I'm so not an art person - I don't know jack about it - but this picture really spoke to me, of loss and longing and finality.

Sniffle. Snuffle. Ah-choo!

I feel like shit. Stuffy head, sneezing every 3.7 seconds, throat raw, eyes watering, ears aching, the whole sh-bang. And why is a fever of less than one degree making me feel like I'm dy-y-y-y-y-ying.

I was nominated for a Blogger's Choice award. There's a little doo-hickey over in my side bar. You can go vote for me (or not, your choice), if you'd like. Oh, The Joys nominated me (she's hysterical. You should be reading her.) because she is the Nominatrix. Don't get too close to her patent leather stiletto boots. Watch the whip, too.

I have a couple of posts brewing but because my head feels like it weighs about 400 lbs, I'm not writing them. I'm also not writing the articles that are due on, what? Friday? Great. Another shitty article from me. I'm surprised I haven't been fired yet.

Ugh. Off to curl up in a ball and moan.