Very Distracted Today
Jul. 6th, 2010 12:27 pmThere will be no writing until my sister has come and gone.
Although this sister lives only 30 minutes away, I haven't seen her for a year and a half. She worked as an office manager/receptionist at a pediatrician's office, as well as babysat for her toddler grandson, so I couldn't risk the exposure. She was laid off two weeks ago and the grandson isn't a constant presence anymore, so she decided it was time to risk a visit.
Hey, why not, after all I haven't been on antibiotics for almost three months. *sigh*
She wanted to 'take me out' because I've been housebound for too long, disregarding the fact that if I wanted to I could have Gary chauffeur me anywhere my heart desired. Gary did explain to her on the phone that the heat makes my skin hurt (latest lovely new symptom of my neuropathy) and that I'll be staying in the air-conditioning thanks very much.
It's not that I don't love my family, it's that I always end up sicker after their visits. I also get to put up with their amusement at my inability to whisper more than a few words at a time before coughing, in addition to their well-meaning attempts at advice about doctors, pain management, medications, blah blah blah.
Believe it or not, I'm also dreading this sister's storytelling. She's always been able to make me laugh and the last time it was so hard I had to go outside in below freezing temps in order to calm my coughing and wheezing down before I passed out. Fun times.
At least Gary will be here as a buffer of sorts. Good timing, actually, because he leaves for another two-week motorcycle trip tomorrow morning. He'll be able to fill in some of the blanks.
To be honest, I'm itching to make the visit a little less one-sided by sharing some of what I do in my isolation. She's pretty straitlaced, so explaining I write fan fiction is out, but I'm thinking I'll show off a selection of my G-rated artwork on my nice new big flat screen TV. Picking the pieces out should help keep me occupied until she gets here in about four hours.
*begins to compile favorites*
Although this sister lives only 30 minutes away, I haven't seen her for a year and a half. She worked as an office manager/receptionist at a pediatrician's office, as well as babysat for her toddler grandson, so I couldn't risk the exposure. She was laid off two weeks ago and the grandson isn't a constant presence anymore, so she decided it was time to risk a visit.
Hey, why not, after all I haven't been on antibiotics for almost three months. *sigh*
She wanted to 'take me out' because I've been housebound for too long, disregarding the fact that if I wanted to I could have Gary chauffeur me anywhere my heart desired. Gary did explain to her on the phone that the heat makes my skin hurt (latest lovely new symptom of my neuropathy) and that I'll be staying in the air-conditioning thanks very much.
It's not that I don't love my family, it's that I always end up sicker after their visits. I also get to put up with their amusement at my inability to whisper more than a few words at a time before coughing, in addition to their well-meaning attempts at advice about doctors, pain management, medications, blah blah blah.
Believe it or not, I'm also dreading this sister's storytelling. She's always been able to make me laugh and the last time it was so hard I had to go outside in below freezing temps in order to calm my coughing and wheezing down before I passed out. Fun times.
At least Gary will be here as a buffer of sorts. Good timing, actually, because he leaves for another two-week motorcycle trip tomorrow morning. He'll be able to fill in some of the blanks.
To be honest, I'm itching to make the visit a little less one-sided by sharing some of what I do in my isolation. She's pretty straitlaced, so explaining I write fan fiction is out, but I'm thinking I'll show off a selection of my G-rated artwork on my nice new big flat screen TV. Picking the pieces out should help keep me occupied until she gets here in about four hours.
*begins to compile favorites*