I haven't been sick since I can remember. It's been a long, long time, which I've been so grateful for, as the medication I currently take weakens my immune system. I've been so pleased to report to my doctor all winter long that I have not been sick.
Recently in casual conversation I told someone that. That I haven't been sick since I can remember. That's probably why I came down with an icky, cruddy, plugged-up-with-gunk, nasty cold. I'm pretty sure I got it while Lolo and I were at the credit union to get a copy of her call letter notarized. Oh my, the busy-ness in all that missionary paperwork! While we were patiently waiting, a man standing in line waiting for the next available teller sneezed a mighty sneeze, and didn't cover his mouth. Or even attempt to cover his mouth. Something about that sneeze made me wonder. It was definitely a sick-sounding sneeze, and it had to have spread everywhere. Then he sneezed again {no attempt to cover}. "Bless you," said the man standing behind him in line.
Lolo recalls none of it. She didn't notice the man, she didn't notice the sneezes. She was most likely gazing intently at her phone - at LDS missionary blogs, LDS fashion blogs, LDS blogs by put-together young mommies of happy, laughing babies... those seem to be her faves.
I woke up yesterday with a sore throat. I had to work, so I sucked on a cough drop and drank a boatload of water (which made me really, really need to use the WC {water closet} by the end of my first appointment). I managed okay, and felt okay until evening. It's always worse at night. (That's one of my life mottos - I say it to Bill pretty regularly.)
This morning I was stuffy and phlegmy (the word is as ugly as the thought). I had scheduled a walk with a friend, and wondered if I should cancel. I decided to walk, hoping it would help clear my head a bit, not to mention start me back on the path of regular exercise. I am so unmotivated. Once during the walk the earth shifted, and I stopped for a moment, just to steady myself. By lunchtime, my sense of taste was limited. By dinner, I couldn't smell the stinky kitchen garbage that Mar said was making her gag. I feel absolutely yucky.
{Mother's Day pics}
This week we've finally finished up the missionary paperwork, it just needs to be assembled and mailed to various destinations.
Passport - check
Driving record - check
Notarized call letter - check
Digital fingerprints - check
Visa application - check
Electronic submissions - check
Wisdom tooth removed - check
Ortho visit/retainer check - check
I'm feeling happy of myself at keeping Lolo on track and git'in it done.
Hopefully I feel good enough tomorrow to have Shi address and mail (which includes a trip to the post office for the 3rd time this week) the big envelope to Nola at Missionary Travel Services (we called Nola twice this week to ask questions - she's very nice), and one envelope to her mission president. Then we can focus on the little detail of how to pack a sister missionary. I hear it's a bit more difficult than elders.
Also upcoming:
Elder Holland in Parker (I hope I feel good enough to sing in the choir on Sunday)
Summer swim for Mar (we'll be gone for the first meet)
Company for graduation (Michaela's going to walk - I told you, girl!)
A quick trip to Utah (while company stays at our house)
Scarlett's first birthday
Bill's parent's 50th
350 trek journals
Company for Lolo's farewell (on Father's Day)
Father's Day
Pioneer Trek
Sister Syddall's send-off at DIA (I think we have to be there at 3am)
I think I'll go lie down.
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