Oh, ya'all. It is not easy going around these parts lately. A round of the stomach flu knocked me flat on my rear at an inconvenient time for everyone. Leila is extra-toddler like. I tried to do our taxes and screwed something up because it came out that we owed, like, $2000 and are you kidding? 'Cause we do NOT make enough money for that. My mom had what amounts to a nervous breakdown; my brother's wedding planning is not going well. My anxiety has ratcheted itself up several notches and my entire body seems in on the act. I'm dizzy, flu-like, cranky, sore all over, and grumpy as hell. I forgot to pay my cell phone bill and damn Sprint, they didn't even send a text message, they just shut the stupid thing off. This was supposed to be a nice celebratory weekend because I was off yesterday and today, and my birthday is next week, but guess what? Feroze is down with a horrible case of the flu. My pain management appointment was supposed to be this week but I couldn't get my MRI due to the flu, so now I have to figure out where to go from there, and my pain has been exceptionally severe, but I've been trying to hold out for this damn appointment. I am not happy, chickadees, not at all.
I did get two cute shirts yesterday, though. But it doesn't make up for the fact that I'm on round two of this damn stomach pestilence.