Sick Day

Today was my day off, but I'm calling it a sick day because I don't feel good and I did absolutely nothing today. Unless you count sleep as something. And I don't. I still have a nasty headache. I've had it for three days now. I'm not sure what's causing it, but Tylenol is not helping at all and I wish it would just go away already. It could be hormonal, as I ran out of my Estro.gen patch three days ago and haven't gotten around to getting the prescription refilled.

I have to pay out of pocket for it because I am still fighting with my insurance company about the pre-existing conditions clause they imposed on me. Ugh.

I'm trying to keep up a positive attitude but it's hard when you don't feel good and Mother's Day is four days away.

I'm becoming anxious about my husband starting his new job. I don't like to sleep in a house all alone. It scares me. I live in a very safe neighborhood, and I really have very little reason to fear, but I'm still nervous.

In my whole life I think I have only ever spent the night completely alone two times. Two times! In thirty seven years! One of those was the night my nephew was born and I had to go back to my sister's house and look after the dogs while Scott and Lisa spent the night at the hospital.

I'm not counting the hotel room in China, where I spent six nights alone, because there are lots of other people in the rooms around you and my sister and family was one floor up. Or down. I can't remember exactly.

Anyway, I'm feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing. It'll be alright. It's something I just need to adjust to. Right? After all, don't forget about my watchdog, Cujo:

You do not want to tangle with her. She will mess you up!