I spent the better part of my Sunday (and Saturday when I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night), arranging the donation of a hearing aid to someone in need. I may even have gotten donated Audiology services. One would think all this goodness would make the stars align and the gods smile favorable on me. But no.
My sore throat and congestion that has been mildly irritating for the past few weeks turned into a full blown illness in the middle of the night. I woke up with that crazy, out-of-control spinning. You know, turn your head, and the world turns with you. Most people would think the cure for this kind of illness would be a trip to the doctor. Not me. No. It is coffee (and maybe a trip to the doctor too). More specifically Starbucks coffee. I waited. I woke up at six am. But I waited for coffee until both kids were off to school, so I could hop in my car drive to Starbucks.
I was happy. I had my coffee. Glorious Iced White Mocha Non-Fat. One little sip. That was all I got out of my drink. One sip. Before I dropped the damn thing. And. Spilled. It.
I seriously contemplated licking it off of the ground. You know, if bending over wouldn't make me so dizzy.
And also....after all of the buzz about people suing each other over blogs and people getting fired and the ramifications of talking about your children and whatnot, I am seriously considering going a bit more anonymous. Yes, I know it is already out there. But I can limit it. It has been on my mind lately. Removing names. Possibly pictures. Still thinking about it.