Thursday, April 16, 2015

back to work

Knowing that I would eventually have to return to work (both jobs) and knowing that that time was fast approaching, I pulled myself up by the bootstraps and started getting things ready.  First up, lunch.

I boiled three eggs yesterday and turned them into egg salad to make a sandwich with.  My plan was to bring the egg salad to work with me today along with some bread, for lunch, so that I wouldn’t have to go out to lunch … after having missed three days of work.  I packed it all into a lunch bag.

I got up this morning and grabbed my packed lunch bag and then suddenly remembered that I had boiled three eggs yesterday … and I wanted to bring those with me to work.  I looked everywhere for the eggs.  I finally had to leave, making a mental note to scold Rick for eating my eggs.

And the day had just barely started ...

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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

near death experience ...

The only time I was sicker than I am right now was when I was working two jobs in the 90's.  I worked a 9-5 job at NBC Productions in Burbank, CA and then jumped in my car immediately after work and drove to La Mirada, CA (over an hour away) to a theatre and handled the props for two different shows, "A Chorus Line" and "Time of the Cuckoo" with Marion Ross and Cesare Danova.  I loved both jobs.  I gave both jobs my all ... but I was most enamoured with working with the celebrities.  

I worked at the theatre every night except Monday night.  We did six evening shows with two matinees on Saturday and Sunday.  The curtain call was at 10:45 PM and I had an hour or so of clean up.  Then I hopped back into my car and drove the hour to my home.  To say that I was burning my candle at both ends was an understatement.  

I was offered the third show in the theatre's Broadway Series, this one with Mark Harmon.  I so wanted to do that show, too ... but I got sick.  Really sick.  It was inevitable.

So, that said, I've been close to that point again.  Near death?  Hardly.  But it sure feels like it.

I took myself to the doctor yesterday and learned I have an 'upper respiratory infection'.  Sounded ominous enough.  I'll accept that dianosis.

I started wondering how I caught it; what it was; how can I avoid this in the future, etc.

I took my questions to a friend of mine who's a pediatrician/internist.  The conversation went as follows: 


kjoy : urgent care says I have an upper respiratory infect. I'm mad because they said I can return to work tomorrow. I so wanted another day off.

Poopsie : Good news that you are getting better

kjoy : I don't feel any better. How does one catch an upper resp'y infect. anyway?


Poopsie : upper respiratory tract infection= URI=common cold. spread by close contact to someone with an infection.


kjoy : I JUST HAVE A STINKIN' COLD?????

Poopsie : yup.

So much for being near death.  So much for getting one more day off.  So much for getting any sympathy - at all - from myself or anyone else.  And so much for thinking I was just as sick as I was back in the 90's.  I wasn't.

Or was I?  Maybe all I had was a cold then, too?  Maybe my C-Section, to bring Elizabeth into this world was just a figmant of my imagination, too?  A simple cold?  And maybe all Rick had was a cold?

Maybe his back surgery never even happened.  Maybe I imagined it all.

Maybe I should stop whining and go blow my nose.  It IS just a cold, you know.

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Sunday, April 12, 2015

hangin' out

 ... in my little corner of the world.

Cozy, yes?  Got my Sonic drink.  Got my favorite website up on the 'puter.  And got my NOT SO FUN oil diffuser blowing in my face, making me well.   I hope.

I like my little corner of the world, I really do.




And now that I've shown you my paradise, you should see what it really looks like tonight.


Yep.






Where the dead go to breathe.  Oil.   Ew.

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Saturday, April 11, 2015

Saturday ... but not in the Park

It's a Thieves
          Lavender
          Triaminic
          Robitussin

type of Saturday....

          mixed in with a little bit of income tax doing....

before I start my new job tomorrow.

Sigh.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

and ...

from THIS ...




to THIS  (off to visit daddy) ...



to THIS!






Midnight's best friend came home yesterday...



She sniffed his knee ...




She sniffed his shoe ...



She sniffed his bags.   And OH, DID HE HAVE BAGS!  I think he took a side trip for a month or two...

So, yes, "Reunited and it feels so good!"




It would all be perfect except for one thing ....




Yep, he came home sick.  Nasty, nasty cold.

Um, Nurse?  Did you happen to give him a cold?  Cuz I don't know any other way he could've caught it.  


And ... life is back to normal at the Kahles.  

Yes, it is.





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Sunday, April 5, 2015

a day in the life of...


Elizabeth had Good Friday off and spent the day with her dad.  She was pleasantly surprised by his progress.  Not that she hadn't visited him before ... but he hadn't been well before.  In fact, he's only JUST begun to truly recover.  And the video she took of him proves it.  This was his first visit outside since March 13th.  Yep, nearly a month ago.      

                            Just click on this link:

Moving by leaps and bounds...


                     Tomorrow ... an update.   There have been changes!


Posted by Elizabeth Kahle on Friday, April 3, 2015



Saturday, April 4, 2015

speckled eggs and jelly beans

My father died on the day before Easter.  Of course it was 2004, but it was still Easter.  Easter.  What a time for your father to die.

Then again, what a time for your father to die!  I will never forget it, never forget the time of year that he died.  And never forget Who else died during those strange and sad three days, either.


That's him above.  

Happy Easter, Dad!   (Happy Easter, Mom, too.)  They are both enjoying their new heavenly bodies and their heavenly surroundings now, I'm sure.

And while I'm at it ...

Happy Easter, Everyone!



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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

mamasan

Seriously?  This was the fortune in my Fortune Cookie today?


Um, I need MORE adventure in my life?

Um, no.

Thanks.

Even Midnight is a bit tired of all of the adventure.


I looked up from my computer and spotted her waiting for her daddy, again.  

Again.

She's about had enough of this nonsense adventure, too.


:)