Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Thursday, July 12, 2007
lunch time
One Good Thing - For My Teeth, And Maybe Yours
Last week, after about 7 years of use, our Sonicare toothbrush base thingie died. Leigh-Ann was heartbroken, and we suffered for a few days with regular toothbrushes, but her very expensive upper teeth were unhappy. For that matter, my whole mouth wasn’t thrilled either. We looked for our model everywhere, but even on eBay, it wasn’t available, so we had to get the new and improved Sonicare Elite e9500. It is simply fabulous. Your teeth will have never felt cleaner after a brushing. And, when you can barely get out of bed, it’s nice to know that your teeth feel sparkling clean.
evening
Ugh, Has It Turned Into Chronic Fatigue?
I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate feeling useless. I’ve spent at least half my life playing in basketball or softball games or going to practice or playing in the street with my brothers and neighbors. Now, it was all I could do to get up to make sure the dogs went out (I don’t even have to walk them, just let them into the yard and then back upstairs), much less get some food. I desperately want to shower, but that’s duking it out with wanting to lay down again. Luckily, I’m not stinky, because that would drive me crazy. Mostly, I’m just sad. I used to enjoy bedtime, but when it’s always bedtime, it becomes a whole lot less enjoyable. On my good days, I feel like a normal human being and can do normal stuff. But, those days are pretty rare. Mostly, my body wants me to sleep…and sleep some more. I’m so lucky to have a job where I work from home, and work whatever hours of the day that I want to work. I’m good at what I do, so I can generally have my brain compensate for random useless busywork. I’d kill to be able to keep a schedule, getting up at a certain time, working certain hours, being off certain hours. Now, whenever I’m up, I need to work. Heh, or blog about feeling crappy. I’m not suffering from clinical depression; however, this is totally depressing and is taking a toll on me. It started with the herniated disk, but I’m even less functional now than I was with the herniated disk. I didn’t really think I was suffering from chronic fatigue, until I read about it. Hmm, all the symptoms, they fit. Great.
I swear, tomorrow I’m going to find something fun to write about…if it’s the last thing I do.
