This week has been an exercise in frustration. I’ve been trying to sign up for a class at the local community college (digital art, in case you care. Or don’t.) and have been met with one obstacle after another. So annoying! Anyway, the whole experience got me thinking about all the other things that irritate the hell out of me. And there are soooo many. Here is a sampling:
1. Dealing with the medical profession. Doctors, pharmacists, insurance people – they’re all out to get me. I had to switch pharmacies recently, and to make a long story short, it’s been a major pain in the ass. As of now, I am out of pills (for hypothyroidism, in case you care. Or don’t). Aggravating!
2. Football players with long hair. It’s not the long hair that bothers me. Long hair can be quite nice.
Exhibit A:
It’s when it trails out from under a helmet that it bugs me. It’s so untidy. Tuck that shiz up!
3. Votives. Why is it that when Harry and I go out for dinner, our votive is never lit? Is it a conspiracy? Do I need to start carrying around matches? Must I do everything myself? Jesus Christ.
4. Tags. They are itchy, abrasive and a plague to my existence. I end up cutting them out, which is why the backs of my shirts/sweaters always have holes in them. Grrr.
5. Recipe changes. I swear, any dish I enjoy at a restaurant is eventually discontinued or is changed.
For example, the chicken noodle soup at Panera Bread. It used to be very tasty and when served with a roll on the side made for a very satisfying meal. But Panera decided to make their soup more nutritious/healthy. Now the broth is watery, the noodles are flimsy and I might as well be eating Campbell’s. BOO!
6. Lids. I can’t open them. Why do they have to be screwed on so tight? What am I going to do when/if I outlive Harry? I’m going to die of starvation, an old, bony woman, surrounded by unopened jars and bottles. How tragic.
So, those are just some of the things that have been ticking me off lately. What’s been grinding your gear? Let me know in comments.
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SICK.
This past week I have been sick, sick, sick. I haven’t been this sick since I taught preschool (where I got sick on a weekly basis). The sickness started with chills, fatigue and nausea and a fever. Then the coughing started. So I went to the store, got some cold medicine, came home and conked out. Being sick stinks. Sure, you get to stay home and laze around, but you can’t really enjoy it if you’re coughing up a lung. There are some things that make it bearable, though. Here are a few of mine:
Canada Dry Ginger ale with ice (or 7up in a pinch, but not Schweppes, that stuff is nasty)
Clean sheets
Orange Popsicles (the ones made with real juice)
Granny Smith apple slices
my hot water bottle
Saltine Crackers
Homemade chicken noodle soup
A stack of library books
Television
Honey Lemon cough drops (cherry is disgusting)
I don’t have one of these, but it would certainly come in handy…
And a little TLC
Those are some of the things that make me feel better when I’m under the weather. What makes you feel better when you’re sick? Would you rather have someone take care of you, or do you like to be left alone? Let me know in comments!
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