Sunday, November 30, 2008

Pay No Attention to the Dying Woman on the Sofa

Yes, those death moans are coming from me. Seems I've been struck down by some nasty little bug. I've sneezed so much in the last two days that I've pulled a muscle in my ribcage. Now every sneeze and cough is a new adventure in pain. And I've discovered that store brand cold and cough medicine doesn't do diddly squat.

Went to the casino last night with my parents (yes, the only time I stay out until odd hours these days is when I'm with my folks). Dad and I went to see George Jones which is evidently becoming a daddy-daughter tradition since we've done it for three years in a row. I guess at his age, George has his schtick memorized and doesn't veer from it much, which is why I felt like I was seeing the same show for the third time. He's been celebrating 50 years of hits for a few years now. That's cool. Dad and I still had a good time, even if I was miserable.

I sneezed through the concert, which I'm sure enhanced the enjoyment of the people around me. Then I sneezed the rest of the night and thought I would die from the clouds of cigarette smoke. (Not to mention the guy smoking the pipe filled with cherry tobacco--it smelled like someone burned a cherry pie. Ugh!) We didn't leave until after 1 a.m. I was completely broke, but Dad sat down at a slot machine and within three spins won over $1200. Needless to say, he wouldn't share. Then he sat down at a penny slot and won $155 on a bonus round. Lucky bastard. He's already earmarked it for fixing up his '57 Chevy.

I've now spent all of today miserable on the couch, blowing my nose and dozing through the "Fairly Oddparents" marathon on Nickelodeon. Yeah, I have a cartoon addiction. I admit it. Wanna make something of it?

Eh, whatever. I'm gonna go make some hot tea and likely Irish it up a bit. It might not banish this cold, but it will make me not care about it anymore. Unfortunately, I have to be at work tomorrow no matter what.


  1. Look at going into work as your opportunity to spread your germs with those you don't care for. I hope you feel better soon.

  2. Am having a "Weekend at Bernie's" kind of day!

  3. Poor Jana. As an ordained minister of the Universal Life Church, I could try to send a healing miracle your way. Of course, all the ones I've tried before never seemed to take, but you could be my lucky first!

    Feel better soon!