It’s Monday morning. I am still sick. I believe I am having the same allergy crap as last spring. I was sick for three entire weeks. It started with watery eyes and sneezing, then drifted into my nose, then my throat, then my ears—I was all clogged up for a month. Now I’m getting it again. On top of being pregnant and utterly uncomfortable… now this.
I went to dinner with Jon, his bosses, and his coworkers(+matt hon) on Friday night. It was fun. A little weird, and the food sucked, but fun just the same. I am so sick of this stupid illness. I was sick on Friday night, but I thought I was getting better, but then when I got home I felt worse than ever and it’s been even worse since Saturday night. I threw up really bad Saturday night and my throat hurts like hell.
My webcam isn’t working for some reason. It won’t load the picture. This sucks. Jon is in bed sleeping, like usual. I am getting so sick and tired…. Ah, I’m just in a bad mood, so I’m going to start complaining and dwelling on everything. What’s my damn problem.
I have a dr appt. this morning at 11:30. I don’t want to go. I hate it. I wish I’d just have the baby soon. I wish I had a doctor instead of midwives and a clinic. They can never remember my dumb name, and it seems like every appointment is rushed. I hate this experience. I start non-stress tests soon. I don’t know if it will be this week or next week that they start. Yippie skippie.
Hopefully they’ll help me out with my allergies/cold/whatever the heck this is. I can’t stand it. It’s extremely difficult to fall asleep. It’s even harder to wake up. It’s impossible to get anything done. I finally did the dishes tonight, after letting them sit for an entire week. I’m scum!