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All I wanted was a week off.
That didn't happen.
The shenanigans of my daughter now over (four and a half hours of driving in a single day) she managed to get my father sick last night with fever and vomiting. I was sitting in the theater yesterday watching Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (which I found delightful - then again, I don't get out much) when I realized that I was going to have a fever later that evening. Sure enough, at around 2200 it peaked at 100.1. Low-grade to be sure, but despite my double-helping of Excedrin, I thrashed around in a miserable state until 0400 where a hot bath seemed to calm me.
I slept until 0900, being awakened by the phone with the news of my father. Taking check of myself I sent work an email stating that I would be there later this afternoon, and why, then created a juice from bok choy, kale, a grapple, a red pear, three carrots, a lime and endive. Splash of pomegranate juice and I was good to go. Until the phone rang again.
My in-laws this time. They'd taken my son to the doctor and he too has strep. They're on their way from Wichita, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. My daughter's birthday is Saturday at the lake, and it took her 48 hours before the antibiotics kicked in. And while I have a very loose work schedule, at some point, I'm going to have to work.
I'm frustrated. And I feel sorry for my folks, my in-laws, my kids, and myself. Thank you, and I'm sorry.
There's things I need to be doing now, in fact, but sitting here is wearing me out. This was a test; am I able to work from home today?
The answer is no.
So I'm going to go lay in bed and watch Hellboy and think about not throwing up.
That didn't happen.
The shenanigans of my daughter now over (four and a half hours of driving in a single day) she managed to get my father sick last night with fever and vomiting. I was sitting in the theater yesterday watching Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (which I found delightful - then again, I don't get out much) when I realized that I was going to have a fever later that evening. Sure enough, at around 2200 it peaked at 100.1. Low-grade to be sure, but despite my double-helping of Excedrin, I thrashed around in a miserable state until 0400 where a hot bath seemed to calm me.
I slept until 0900, being awakened by the phone with the news of my father. Taking check of myself I sent work an email stating that I would be there later this afternoon, and why, then created a juice from bok choy, kale, a grapple, a red pear, three carrots, a lime and endive. Splash of pomegranate juice and I was good to go. Until the phone rang again.
My in-laws this time. They'd taken my son to the doctor and he too has strep. They're on their way from Wichita, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. My daughter's birthday is Saturday at the lake, and it took her 48 hours before the antibiotics kicked in. And while I have a very loose work schedule, at some point, I'm going to have to work.
I'm frustrated. And I feel sorry for my folks, my in-laws, my kids, and myself. Thank you, and I'm sorry.
There's things I need to be doing now, in fact, but sitting here is wearing me out. This was a test; am I able to work from home today?
The answer is no.
So I'm going to go lay in bed and watch Hellboy and think about not throwing up.
