Crapfest 2011

This entry finds our heroine nearing the end of "Crapfest 2011". What was likely (and OMG HOPEFULLY) the most hellish "week from hell' that the year has had to offer.

Well, maybe not to some.. in truth.. a really hellish week would likely contain fire, brimstone and assorted blood letting mayhem. Scratch the first two, and since the 'blood letting' involved was in a relevant biological not entirely unexpected way even that is a weak premise.

I assure you though.. from my own personal standpoint it was crappy. Any week that starts with a funeral and all the family mayhem that a funeral bring with it.. automatically earns the title 'crappy'. Even in the best of families, the happiest of "June Cleaver home cleaning house and baking cookies in her perfectly ironed dress wearing heels and crisp crinoline petticoats (wait did they wear crinolines then.. holy hell and I spelling that right even?) with nary a run in her hose a stain on her skirt of a hair out of place" families.. funerals bring their own bag on angst.

Pass said bag of angst to a dysfunctional family (That in no way puts the FUN in dysfunctional) and it's like a trap door to the third ring of hell opens up and no one is spared from having to pass through and take in a lungful of brimstone.

Obviously, unless my soul is bound to the earth and able to type, I am still here. Can I claim a survival victory? Still.. Monday was surreal. Tuesday appeared to be status quo.. until late in the afternoon when my body started sending signals that the fun wasn't over yet. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday found me staying home as my body put me through the wringer with what we know now are THREE culprits at work. Any one of these insidious icks could take a person out for a day.. all three.. my doctor said 'could knock ANYONE for a loop'.

I could say I have felt like a zombie.. but I don't think that's correct. Zombies, being what they are, are deliciously denied the ability to rationalize about how their body is being tortured once they are reanimated. Not so here boys and girls- and since my brain is a rewired whirling dervish (see previous entries on ADD) it is not a surprise that I would find myself awake in the dead of night racking up psychosomatic tomes of what could possibly be going on .

This morning I knew I'd had enough. Things are NOT resolving as they should and I am fed up with sitting at home, seriously when I'd rather be at work, that's a sure sign that I'm miserable.
My friendly neighborhood professional heard the tale of my woes and after consulting my records and doing the usual checks told me what HE thought was up and after some discussion we agreed.

Sadly the virus, infection and biological function are all things I simply have to ride out. Though he did prescribe some items for the sake of comfort so that maybe I can at least sleep when I'm in bed instead of doing my impression of a hot dog that's been on the rollers at the convenience store too long. rolling over, and over and over.. and not being improved by it.

He also penned a note so that the powers that be at my place of employment will know that I was NOT in Cabo sipping Corona (with lemon) on the beach while being massaged by a well muscled cabana boy.

I know I've said over and over that normal is boring.. but after this week I am SURELY ready for some sense of what is normal for me. Let's see if I can navigate the weekend without having more crap flung at my fan..