Gentle Readers,Never in my life have I had such a bad sinus infection. In fact, never in my life have I ever had a sinus infection, until now. Every time I move my head up or down, or even from side to side, it is agony. My jaw bone wants an out-of-body evacuation. I am in hell.
Not wanting to disturb our domestic tranquility or demote the general welfare, I limped through Easter like a one-legged rabbit. This bad mother had neither the energy nor inclination to hide a single egg. Chipper husband, however, enthusiastically speed-cooked a turkey at 450 f, mashed potatoes, and whipped up a broccoli casserole faster than a June Cleaver on amphetamines.
And don't get me wrong. I was truly grateful for his efforts. But the dirty pots and the left-over biscuit thrust willy-nilly into the fridge were, umm, less well-received by this barely-breathing mom.
But fear not, fellow mistresses of the economy. You are not forgotten. I am still slogging away at my Geithner post as my head explodes and my blogger account "forgets" the source links I've been diligently plugging into the main post.Needless to say, this fubar situation has slowed me down quite a bit but still I plod on. Because you need to know the facts and you also need to know the criticisms do not just come from me. The Geithner plan is worse than you could have ever imagined and the window for us to express our outrage is winnowing. Hopefully I'll have the post up tomorrow or Wednesday.
How's that for a titillating cliffhanger, sure to lead to an anticlimactic finish?
In the meantime, and I hate leftover meatloaf even more than the next person, here is my encyclopoediaclical (word? sp?) subprime primer post from December, for you to peruse at your leisure while I am busy tweaking Timmy.At least I can honestly say with a straight, however painful, face that a basic understanding of the real estate crash, and the subprime shenanigans that led up to it, will give you a decent foundation from which to evaluate the Geithner plan.
Alrighty then. I'm off to CVS to get that Neti pot I so ridiculed, lo those many months ago. Confucius say . . . . karma is a bitch.Please, no cards or flowers. Casseroles only, fed-exed, in dry ice.
XOXO
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17 comments:
I love the picture with Reese Witherspoon and the neti pot. So calming.
And that meatloaf scares me.
Sounds like Chipper Husband did a great job!
You sure about that sinus teapot thingy?
Oh, and casserole is on it's way.
I admire you staying off the hard stuff, it's bad for the community and makes the germs stronger. Looking forward to your unpleasant truths post.
Have you stopped by the Minute Clinic while at CVS? I once got a great antibiotic for a sinus infection. Forget the name--begins with Bac. I can feel your head/sinus pain!!!!
Consider this your "Get Well Soon" card. And I'm going to devour your sub-prime post. I THINK I understand it. I think I do. I think I do...
Oh netti pots are the WORST! And the most annoying thing about them is that they work.
Husbands do have a way of creating even more work for us when they "help." I'm not sure how they manage that, but they do.
Feel better soon!
I am so sorry you're sick, and I adore you, but I am not watching that Neti pot video.
xoxox
Y'know...I think I had that sinus infection, three months ago.
It was hell for a week. A week and a half. And it morphed into an upper respiratory infection that hung on...and on...and on...for two months.
I was annoyed. I was annoying.
Hang in there and best thoughts from a screwball Skunk for a speedy recovery, despite that meatloaf.
I'd send you a casserole, but what of my cooking survives the inferno of my culinary barbarianism, is a banned substance on the Homeland Security's WMD list, as well as EPA Super Fund and OSHA HAZMAT listings. My bad. REAL BAD. I wasn't nicknamed Chef Boy-R-Deestructive as a kid fer nuthin' ;)
Weekday update: I do believe I've turned the corner. No z-pak or neti is needed, although FYI, the New York Times just gave the neti a big green light.
But I would like to know why it is that men just stick random uncovered foods into the refrigerator? It's so primitive. And when they do cover stuff up, why do they pick the most ginormous bowl they can find to warehouse a tiny carrot or a small tomato wedge?
From first-hand experience, I know they're good at packing car trunks. But packing the fridge, with any efficiency or some semblance of being sanitary? Umm, no.
Poor you! Sinus infections are terrible - and hurt!
Hope you're inhaling liquid chocolate in that Neti pot instrument of torture!
You poor thing, it's a wonder between your sinus infection and cramming for your upcoming post we are all salivating to read, your head didn't just pop right off.
Get well soon, before your husband develops a much more severe illness as husbands tend to do.
Lol!!! Ohh, I can relate to sinus. Ugh. Feel better, sweetie.
Ps. neti-pot = good medicine.
Hi girl! Looks like our visit in Dallas was not going to work with all this lovely illness between us! I hope you are on the mend and look forward to your new post!
I really think a sinus infection is some of the worst pain ever. Even your teeth hurt. I am so sorry for you.
That little blue pot works . . .so do antibiotics, though. I hope you feel better soon!
I've heard those pots are awesome but couldn't do it myself what with my fear of drowning and all.
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