Self-indulgent woes

[resonant]

Guys, I'm sick. I feel like I've been sick for a million years. I had the entire week from Christmas to New Year's off, and I spent the whole time sick. The lymph glands on the right side of my neck are so swollen I can see them in the mirror, which, just, gross, all right. (Obviously I'm better or I wouldn't be able to complain this much, but better is not the same as well.)

I've committed to give a Twelfth Night party in my house next Saturday, which strictly speaking is Thirteenth Night, but I rescheduled it because the spouse had a conflict on Friday, only now he has a conflict on Saturday as well.

The following weekend I have to do the annual luncheon. My former liaison to the governing board, who was so infirm that she confined her participation to calling volunteers for me, has rotated off the board. My new one is young and vital and actually uses e-mail (yay), but she's weirdly slippery, and it's hard to get a grip on her preferences, even in answer to a question like, "So do you just want to call volunteers, too, or did you want a different division of labor?" Which means that I don't know whether I'm getting any help at all, or what shape it's going to take, or whether she's going to be unhappy because I laid a bunch of work on her or on the other hand unhappy because I won't let her do anything or make any decisions. And it's generally not helpful to call people up and yell, "I am very cooperative, damn you! Just watch me cooperate!"

Also the annual report. Don't even ask.

Also the kitten (did I mention we got a kitten? I suppose that should have been in a good news post, if I ever made any of those) is the most expensive free cat we ever got, and I still haven't paid off the Christmas bills.

Plus I was going to spend this week writing like crazy, and obviously I didn't do that because the only part of me that was active this week was my white blood cells.

So, you know. Woe is me.

Comments

[cathalin]

Be careful bb... I ended up at the pediatrician's and then sent straight to the Emergency Room with my son with similar symptoms to yours, day before yesterday. Just, take care okay? It sounds like the Twelfth Night thing should be un-committed but that's just me. <3

[umbo]

I hope you feel better soon!

*hugs*

[giglet]

Woe! Even Parker feels your pain. (I almost used my lube icon (since snot is lube, of a sort), but decided that you probably had enough of that already.)

I hope you feel better very soon, and that the kitten provides joy more than commensurate with its costliness.

[notemily]

KITTEN?? <3

I hope you feel better!

[fullygoldy]

Oh, so sorry your holiday season has been a drag. We are currently under quarantine because the girl came down with strep, but I am hoping my immune system will save me. And I'm really hoping the quarantine has saved the DH, since his system is suppressed, and strep is his kryptonite.

{{{Virtual gingery soup with greens, herbal tea and hugs for you}}}

[lobelia321]

Hope you're feeling better! *hugzzez*

Also: kitten! Fun!!

[akacat]

Free kittens seem to end up costing the most. Unless you're talking pure breeds, anyway. But still -- kitten!

I agree that the party should be called, perhaps on account of you don't want to give anyone else the plague. Never mind if it happens that you aren't contagious by then, it's still an excellent excuse. Then you can reschedule it for February, when everyone will be in desperate need of some Christmas.