Care to Dance at Softball Practice?

Holy smokes it's February already! And time has become mumblejumbled because I thought I hadn't posted here in 3 weeks when really it was just since Jan 23rd. Which is still way too long. But I can explain my absence! Back on Jan 5th, I posted about how I felt like a cold was coming on but it hadn't really hit yet. Well...it hit alright. Jan 21st I started feeling way more "off." By the next day and for a few days after, my throat became sore (but not to the point of where I thought I had strep - which I have often enough) so I didn't go to the doctor. Then the sore throat went away and I could tell it settled down into my lungs because I started coughing more for a few days. Then that took an upswing for about a day or two before this past weekend when it took a turn for the worse again and the coughing got worse. I know you wanted to know this but I have coughed up some crap that is just soooooooooooo disgusting (and how sexy do you feel when you're hacking up loogies in front of your spouse?!). Since this past Monday, I have continually felt like my lungs are being seized by coughing fits (which also makes my tatas hurt). What's weird though is that apart from the absolutely horrendous, disgusting-sounding coughing fits, I feel pretty fine. Maybe a little more tired than usual but I don't feel "sick." And even though I have been on a constant diet of Mucinex, my asthma inhaler, and NyQuil...it has not helped enough and today I buckled. Today I called in sick and made a doctor's appointment. I know I'm being judged right now. One of my coworkers told me she thinks I have walking pneumonia (which I've had before and this does not feel like that although for all I know it could be). What I hate most about the doctor is having to shell out money for them to tell me to do what I've already been doing - rest and take Mucinex (I think my doctor's salary is sponsored by Mucinex). I'm not leaving there today without SOME type of different medication. The worst feeling is not even the disgusting loogies, or the horrible coughing fits, but just the feeling that I can't take deep breaths and that my lungs are being "squeezed" - that does need to be fixed pronto. But if I know them (and I do because I go to the doctor at least 2-3 times a year with illnesses), they'll put me on a nebulizer for 5 minutes (which will help for the time being and then when that wears off, I'm right back to where I was) and then they'll send me home. Darn it, I'm going to get some help today!

So, on to more important matters. My dreams have been mightily scarce lately but I think that's because I've been in a self-induced NyQuil coma more nights than not in the past 10 days (but hey - it's better than being woken up by those coughing fits!) There have been some doozies, such as the night that I played "matchmaker" and hooked up George Clooney with a male Orange Julius worker. George was shy and didn't know how to introduce himself to the worker but I encouraged him to "go for it" and they lived happily ever after (you heard it here first!) There was also the one where Mom was wrapping tin foil around Bollweevil's head (and I'm not sure why). But the best one, was this past Monday night.

I was telling Padawan in my dream that I needed to invest in some new hobbies. (This isn't surprising. I would like some new hobbies as I have a lot of time on my hands). I informed him that I would be joining a softball league and also taking dance classes. Then, I was in a locker room looking at my new softball uniform. There were a lot of other girls in there with me and we were all discussing our softball try-outs (I thought mine had gone very well). I kept looking at the time and thinking how I wasn't going to make it to my dance lesson in time so I hurried out of my locker room and to the lesson. Once there, the male dance teacher put me in a chintzy black dress and sat me down to do my makeup (Why would I need makeup for dance lessons? I remember thinking in my dream that it was going to be weird to go home after my dance lesson with this makeup on and wondering what Padawan would think). He put dark, dark shadow on my eyelids, glued false lashes on, and smeared on a dark red lipstick. Then.....and trust me, I know how weird this sounds but I'm just tellin' it like it is.....he kinda did a "chest bump" of encouragement to me. Only it wasn't a chest bump. It was his pelvic area bumping into my butt but was done in the same fashion as a "chest bump." He said it was to get me in the right frame of mind for my dance lesson. And then I was released to go to my dance lesson with my dance partner (a different guy), where there was no butt bumping of any kind. And I remember coming back home, feeling tired from all my hobbies that day.

Alright, I am off to lay on my couch in a prone position while not moving (holding still seems to ward off the coughing fits). I get to be lazy all day today until this afternoon, when I have my appointment. We'll see what it brings!