Sick as a Dog?

Where does that expression come from? I've seen sick dogs and they aren't particularly more sick than other animals. But that's what I've been. For three days, I have been in bed, runny nose, splitting (and I mean that-- worse than an entire bottle of tequila induced hangover) headache, sneezing, eyes runny watery. I was SOOOO attractive. My husband, the saint, was very sweet, even said I was gorgeous. (I will admit that he knows if he didn't, I'd probably kill him. Probably by suffocating him in used Kleenex.) But today, I'm feeling modestly better. I can actually be seen in public without causing people to run from me like I was one of the zombies in Dawn of the Dead. So that's why no blogs-- being in Shreveport, in order to Internet, I have to come to the Moxie Java shop & use their lovely facilities while sipping decaf ginger peach tea and contemplating some sort of cookie action. :)

I am most likely (and the equivocation is only because I haven't yet made it official) not going to be teaching aerobics anymore. Yesterday, based on the illness factor, I called around and tried to find a sub for my classes. My "manager"-- who I've never really felt very comfortable with-- is one of those women who, even when she's saying nice things, you think is really thinking mean things. She basically tried to bully me into teaching anyway. Even though, pregnant with twins at 35, I'm officially what is considered a "high risk" pregnancy, and I had told her I was sick as said metaphoric dog. I don't know if she thought I was lying about being sick, but she really pissed me off. At first I was willing to be understanding; I know she has a job to do and all. But after I thought of her smiling and saying "you just take care of you and that baby" back when I told her I was pregnant, and then being Miss Bitchgoddess because of me being sick and not at all willing to work out while so, I just can't think of doing anything that would remotely make her life easy again. I had been thinking of stopping teaching-- although I will continue to DO aerobics-- because I have to take it a bit easier already. But this was just the last straw. The bullying tactics don't work with me. One has to actually CARE about losing one's job for the "you must do this or else" implication.

Anyway. Screw 'em.

In the long run, everything's just fine; there is a chocolate chip cookie somewhere in my immediate future, and my head is not about to pop off and orbit the planet anytime soon. We're headed home this afternoon (although there will be ONE MORE annoying trip up here soon-- to send Andrew off to Guam, in about a week). And I will go catch up on everyone's blogs now.

Cookies. Yes.