The icky has taken up residence in my chest. Walking to the kitchen is fricking marathon. I pulled out my nebulizer 9 ny to realize that I'm either out of the neb meds or I have hidden them from myself. A very sweet friend who has an asthmatic daughter is on her way to the rescue. So thankful.

Now I'm just trying to store up enough energy to be able to answer the door when she gets here.

Get-well~ma to all the folks with ick. This seems to be a rotten year for it.

What Sail said. I hope everyone feels better soon.

Baby H seems to be doing better today. He's eating and so far all of his tests have come back negative.

I could use some test~ma for myself today if there is any to spare.

More ~ma to Baby H

I woke up this morning feeling great. I hopped in the shower with a plan to go into the office today to get my annual review over with. Between getting out of the shower and getting dressed, my body decided that feeling like shit was a much better idea.

Coughng up my lungs is freaking exhausting. The revised plan for the day is work a couple of hours, rest an hour, lather, rinse, repeat. I have too much to do to not work.

Is Baby H one of the twins whose mom was nearly stuck because of the blizzard? All sorts of ~ma to him and his family.

And, because it's an infinitely renewable resource, ~ma in abundance to you too, sj.

And also ~ma to Suzi's lungs.

It's time for the free birthday dinner for me at Hubby's favorite restaurant. A Brazilian bring-on-the-meat buffet place which I enjoy, but a huge part of the enjoyment was watching Hubby enjoy it. I want to use my birthday dinner, but I really don't want to burst into tears every ten minutes or explain why he's not there. Maybe I'll use the free meal at the Salt Lake store, not the local one. I've been avoiding the city, and I have vacation coming at the end of the month. There's a big horse I've been wanting to get back on, anyway.

JZ, yes. He and his brother waited and were born as scheduled, but H is having a little trouble getting used to eating.

Appetite~ma for Baby H, sj.

Ease~ma for Connie.

Health~ma for Suzi, Askye, and others who are physically not optimum at the moment.

And appetite~ma for Baby H.

It just occurred to me (again. It's like a revelation every time) that ibuprofen exists for a reason. BRB.

My hemoglobin is down where it was a week ago, even though I had a transfusion Friday. So now I get to have a transfusion this Friday. Is it the ulcer again? To find out, I get to give a stool sample, something that I have an irrational dislike of doing. The next step after that would be an endoscope at the hospital. They won't do it inhouse because last time I had trouble breathing. I have a perfectly rational dislike of the hospital, plus the endoscope last time gave me the worst sore throat of my life. At least this time I'll know to stock up on ice cream.

I am so fucking tired of this shit.