I am posting this mostly for posterity’s sake, so one day, when I start thinking that it wasn’t really that bad, I can read this and realize that I was crazy.

Sunday was my day off – we cleaned the house. Did all the laundry including bed sheets, vacuumed the house, cleaned the kitchen, did all the dishes, put everything away, cleaned the bathroom, etc etc.

Monday I dropped Den off at work, went home to get my dog, took her to her vet appointment, picked up my husband so he could drop me off at my job (remember, we’re still sharing a vehicle). I worked for a few hours, getting sicker as the hours ticked by. Threw up a few times. Late afternoon I finally called husband to ask him to please come pick me up. I went home, fell asleep curled on my side in the fetal position because my stomach hurt so much. Woke up at 10pm threw up a bunch more times, faxed in the Costco order for work, fell back asleep for the night.

Tuesday. Woke up feeling better, but not fabulous. Dropped Den off at work, picked up Costco order, worked for several hours in a client’s office on web stuff, met up with coworker to buy a whole lot of cat food, carried it all into the sanctuary (still feeling a little faint and ill, btw). Worked for several hours on that stuff. Called a new client back to arrange a new project. Picked Den up from work, drove him home, wolfed down a sandwich (only thing I’d eaten in 24 hours), went back to work to do some more. Went to work meeting for several hours. Got home at 9pm. Read a few chapters, fell asleep.

Wednesday, time for bank job. Feeling back to normal! Dropped Den off at 7:30am, went to my job. At lunch I went to the store to buy food for lunch. I got to read a little bit at lunch. After work I went home to quickly fix a web problem I was just notified of. Ran out the door in a flurry to get to appointment on time for very very needed haircut (It’s been I think 3 months of me not having time). Got out from that, drove like mad to get to the pregnancy loss support group meeting (which I was late for) – scarfed down food on the way. After meeting chatted to one of the girls for a while. Got home at 10pm. (Note: Den got his car back today!!! No more sharing!!!)

Somewhere in there I was supposed to make a potato salad for work tomorrow – which is obviously not going to get done – and I still have an urgent client project to get done, which will have to be done tomorrow evening.

Oh, and Friday is my transfer (crap, I need to pick up my prescription for valium), Saturday is work work work to prepare for my time away, Sunday is probably going to be finishing more work and then we have a memorial service to go to (put on by the hospital, for all babies born/lost in 2008). Monday I leave on a plane. Somewhere in there I have to actually… oh, I don’t know… PACK.

One of the big injustices of life…. when I wasn’t working I had no money to spend and a lot of time on my hands. Now that I’m working we have some money to do fun things (like Yoga, exercise classes, dance classes), but I have no time for anything at all! Right now I’d love to just read my book but I feel guilty when I’m doing that instead of working on a project!

I’m going to bed now, so I can sleep 6 hours before I have to get up for work.