
|
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
The Never-Ending Bug . . .
Not to be on a downer or anything, but . . . I've had some sort of nasty "bug" for almost a month now. Just when I think I'm beginning to feel a little better, I'll wake up the next morning - slammed again!
I really don't know how I caught the 'lil bugger in the first place. I'm extra-cautious in avoiding crowds. Having my own studio to work from is a tremendous asset. Other than telephones, faxes, and e-mail, face-to-face contacts are limited to my total discretion most of the time. Granted, with it being the Christmas season, I didn't do all of my shopping online, and I did venture out to the malls a few times, but I tried to be extra careful, and I got this 'lil bugger very early on. Some days are better, some days are worse, but not being able to shake this for almost a month is draining me most terribly. Now, to switch gears to tell a story that actually ties in to what I've been saying . . . my s.o. says I have such a tendency to tell convoluted tales . . . it isn't that I'm convoluted, it's just the way that my twisted mind processes the deluge of miscellaneous, assorted, and unrelated data that has been filtered through it to make it all fit together in some sort of cohesive manner. I think that is a considerate thing on my part so that I don't just sound like a raging lunatic (which, my s.o. is quick to tell you, I often do anyway -- isn't he just the dreamiest?) Okay, I was a big Dharma & Greg fan, and I'm so glad it is now in syndication. I recently saw the few shows where Dharma was running for City Council Superintendent. In the last show of those episodes, Greg had convinced Dharma to 'transform' herself into whatever type of person would be most appealing to whatever group she happened to be speaking to -- so, basically, she was lying. And, it began to manifest itself physically, first as sneezing, then as congestion, and as she kept on going, she turned into Quasimodo, with one eye swollen shut and pimples and boils, and her hair coming out in clumps. It was really gross!Not that I look like Quasimodo or anything but, I'm wondering . . . if I'm not being true to myself about something -- perhaps even unconsciously -- and that's why I can't shake this bug . . . Is it time for some soul-searching? I mean, the antibiotics haven't helped. The mega-doses of Nyquil haven't helped. The Airborne fizzies haven't helped. The herbal remedies, the antihistamines, the decongestants, the peppermint teas, the deep tissue massages, the meditation -- none of those have helped. I wear my hat, coat, scarf and gloves when I go out. My car even has heated seats, for goodness sakes. Am I over-analyzing? Or am I missing something? Category:: This Thing Called "Life" I'm a Member of the: << # Bitch Club ? >> BlogRollin' other WebRing Members:
Harley-Davidson Motorcycles
Alabama Crimson Tide Football
BlogHop.com!
|
The Legal Stuff
Susan Reno-Gilliland, known as "Miss Kitty," an Irish lass, a true Southern Belle; a writer, photographer, animal-lover, dreamer, stargazer, totally tangled (or is that entangled?) in relationships, slightly obsessive iNFp with stories to tell! . . . (fascinated by forensics, human behavior, pushing all the right buttons of men I find interesting, and seeking utterly-sweet revenge without any repercussions.) I am a Friday's Child. Friday's Child is loving & giving.






























BlogClicker

BlogAzoo
![]()
BlogExplosion

Blog Soldiers
moon phases |