Cj's been throwing up all night. I wonder if what I had a couple weeks ago wasn't food poisoning, but some sort of 24 hour flu bug, because he's following the exact same pattern that I did. :( Poor baby.

Today I'm going to go in early to the theater with my carpool and work on the quilt I started forever ago before I have to start prepping for the show. I really want to finish piecing it so I can get to the quilting part already, which I know is going to take forever on it's own.

Before I leave for work I might run to the store and get some 7 up for my baby. I feel terrible not being able to do anything for him.

Cops are ticketing a homeless guy that was playing guitar in front of the bookstore. We didn't call, somebody else must have. The guy's cussing them out - I really hope he doesn't get arrested. He's a pretty nice guy.

Feel like the plague is creeping up on me again... I held it off for a while, but I guess all the excitement of the past week caused a drain on my system.

Man, he's still out there yelling. I'm surprised the cops haven't taken him in already.

Dad's home now, and besides looking a bit worn and tired he's doing fine. They put a stint in one of his bile ducts to keep it open, which they're going to have to take out later (but it's not a big procedure). I'm just glad he's back and doing okay.

I spent yesterday filing scripts and doing some data entry, and I got a call today from a cute little bookstore in my area that might want me as a part-time worker, so that's good. Today I'm going to try to clean up and get organized, then work on some of the sewing projects I've been putting off. <3

My Dad's in the hospital for another day because they couldn't find anybody to do the surgery today. Everyone was booked up.

Sucks.

At least nothing worse happened, though. Thanks for the encouragement, everybody.

The surgery went well - they removed his gall bladder (he was sad they wouldn't let him keep it), but apparently some of the stones had worked their way into his bile ducts, and they couldn't get them laproscopically. So now they're going to have to stick a tube down his throat to get the other ones. That's another surgery that's happening tomorrow, so he's staying in the hospital another night. I went and visited - he's hopped up on morphine, but seemed okay. They put a drain in his side so that they wouldn't have to change bandages all the time. Icky.

I'll let you guys know how he's doing when I hear about it later.

My dad's been having stomach pain because of gallstones a lot lately and he made an appointment with his doctor, but then he had a really bad attack yesterday morning and had to go to the ER. They're operating on him today. It makes me nervous, but apparently they're doing laproscopic surgery so they won't be totally opening him up. Still, the last time someone I knew went in for a routine surgery...

Ugh. I don't want to think about it.

Totally wiped cause I didn't sleep well last night at all - had really freaky dreams probably due to the worrying. I need to try and relax today so I don't get sick. I've been sneezing a lot lately.

I'm feeling much better now.

So I played frisbee yesterday, and was a lot better than I have been in previous weeks, and afterwards a bunch of us went to get food. On the way over I started feeling a little odd, and by the time our food came I wasn't even able to eat anything but corn on the cob. It was really strange, though - I only felt sick when I thought about eating, and the rest of the time I felt fine. So I just got a take out box and plastic bag and we started driving home. There was crazy traffic so it took a long time to get back, and about halfway there on the mountain roads I just couldn't handle it anymore. Thank god I got that plastic bag for take out.

It was so embarrassing - I threw up in the car in front of maetenshi. I hardly ever throw up in front of people. :P No good.

Luckily I haven't done it again since, but I haven't been able to keep anything down all day. I think I'm gonna try having a smoothie later and see how I do.

So I went to my reunion on Friday, even though I wasn't feeling too good, and it was nice. Not as fabulous as it could have been because some people I hoped were going to show up didn't, and some people that I knew would never show up... well, you know. But I had a good time regardless. Cj came with me and behaved himself beautifully - in fact, some of the teachers behaved themselves worse than he did.

I wanted to go again on Saturday, but between picking up my little sister from the airport and still not feeling good, I just didn't make it. I hope everybody forgives me.

I saw "300" - and I must say, I liked it. Gerard Butler never ceases to amaze me. Look at this!



The man is great. Anyway. I didn't like the casting of the lead female role, and I had a little giggle every time David Wenham started narrating (Daisy!), AND I had a big problem with the handling of *** Spoiler! *** the adultery [She just dropped her blouse! Just like that! What the hell was that?], *** end spoiler *** but the battle scenes - genius. The best part of the whole experience, though, was that I saw it sitting behind a whole row full of early 20s white guys that thought they were gangsters, and during one part where rock music started playing, all of them started rocking their seats in time to the beat of the music and interjecting with "sick!" and "Awesome!"

It was classic.

Well, aside from that, I just worked on school stuff all weekend, including sewing the bottom half of my costume project (which I will post pictures of later, I'm sure). It's gotten really warm here lately, and since daylight savings time started it feels like summer. I had lemonade, corn, and guacamole-smothered steak last night to celebrate.


ps. A weird part of this cold is that when you wake up in the morning your salivary glands are all swollen. It's a bizarre feeling.

Yesterday morning I woke up with a little bit of a stuffy nose, as sometimes happens in my house (central heating + closed doors = dry nasal passages). I felt okay teaching my sections, but by the end of the second one I was blowing my nose quite a lot. I left my 12:00 class a few times to blow my nose, but other than that I was ok. I saw a professor I'm supposed to have had a meeting with today and asked her if we were still on, then I sat down in my office for a little while I waited for my lunch to microwave. Then I started feeling not so good. By the time I was halfway through my 3 hour afternoon workshop I was feeling really woozy, a bit achey, and just generally not quite all there. But I pressed on, because as one of my professors admonished me, "We are theater professionals. We do not make excuses." And she's right. I felt a bit foolish telling her I was sick after that.

So, I finished up my class and collapsed in the car on the way home. As soon as I got there I emailed professors telling them I was sick and couldn't come to school tomorrow, I canceled my meeting, and collapsed in bed. Cj woke me up three hours later and took my temperature and it was up over 102 degrees. Over the course of the night it got up to 103.4, and I briefly considered going to the emergency room, but instead took Advil and that seemed to bring it down a little. Basically I slept for the rest of the night and most of the morning, and have been lying on the couch ever since. I feel a little bit better, but not enough to go to school or even go to my haircut appointment that I've been wanting for weeks. :( Basically, I'm having a pretty shitty time of it, but oh well. That's life.

I'm still waiting to hear whether or not I have a job this summer, but I'm a little glad they haven't called me yet. At this point it's not certain I would be very coherent.

I am teh sick.

Damn you little preschool children for infecting my fiance, and by association, myself. Damn you and your snotty little noses.

I'm going to go make tea and then try to go to sleep without breathing through my nose.

UGHHH. The cold I thought I was getting over during the show got even WORSE. At least it's starting to clear up a bit now, but I was on solid dayquil then nyquil for a full day while I got final projects done in all my classes.

I spent *8* hours in the letterpress lab on Wednesday trying to make my print work, five of which my teacher was in there with me in a complete state of bafflement. She had to leave to get to a meeting, but later emailed me this plaintive apology that she couldn't figure out what was going on, which made me feel a bit sad for making her so confused. My print has lots of typefaces in it, some of which are higher or lower than others for some reason, and some words of which weren't getting any ink at all. Or certain letters in words were getting ink, but not others. It was a disaster. To top it all off, Cj bought me watercolor paper instead of print paper and it was breaking some of the letters when I tried to print. My instructor gave me different paper before she left and that was helping, but still other things were going wrong. Finally my dayquil started to wear off and I got grouchy and just ended up hand-inking the type with a mini roller before each pass, which gave it an over-soaked look, but got all the words inked. I didn't finish the back, but I'm not sure that I'm going to at all. It was just such a nightmare.

That night I stayed up late trying to work on my installation piece for another one of my classes, featuring a large dummy torso with its heart drilled out, a halo of twine suspended from the ceiling with skulls and hearts hanging from it, a paper-mache hand holding a pen writing a message on some paper, and transparencies in the windows with quotes from some of the books we read in class. It was pretty labor intensive, and had to all be assembled the next day (Thursday). We left in time to get there 2 hours before class and set everything up, but a trip to home depot to get fishing line and wood chips for the floor took almost an hour, so we only had an hour to put it all together. Even with Cj RUNNING with the bags of wood chips, we were 20 minutes late to class, but the installation went over really well and everyone was excited.

Then I had work on Friday. Wasn't this supposed to be my off week? Maybe next week is my off week. This is what I keep telling myself.

I feel icky.