So I've got this sinus infection/bronchitis/pneumonia thing going on. I've been sick for a week. Finally decided I needed to go to the doctor as it doesn't seem to be going away on it's own. So in the shower I hopped this morning...I was 3/4 of the way through shaving my legs when the hot water ran out. I still needed to rinse my hair. I should have went back to bed right then. But no.
No I needed to go tend to the animals in the freezing cold. Apparently the budget crisis in Indiana is so bad they couldn't pay the heat bill any longer. It's REALLY cold. So I bundled way up so nothing but the whites of my eyes could be seen considering how I was already sick and all and had just taken an ice cold shower. Part of my morning routine is to release the Golden Girls from their sheep shack. The door on the shack is one of those dutch door things with a bottom door and a top door. I swear the top door was open when I went in to refill the hay feeder. It was NOT when I tried to leave. In fact it was closed and latched and didn't move an inch when I slammed into it with my head. I should have went back to bed right then. But no.
No the chickens still needed tending. Their waterers were frozen again. It's been getting so cold at night the heat lamps can't keep up with it. So I scattered some scratch for the little buggers and headed back towards the house to thaw the water. Have I mentioned all the other ice? The two inch layer of ice that resides under the smattering of snow that is everywhere, even in the yard? You know where this is going don't you? Yep, with both hands full I slipped on the ice and proceeded to do some sort of twisting gymnastic thing that would have probably gotten me a 10 in the Olympic trials because I'm sure it was spectacular to watch. I should have went back to bed right then. But no.
No I needed to go see the doctor. So I called. And they could get me in right away. I thought "Great my luck is changing." Until I realized I'd not yet eaten breakfast or brushed my teeth or thawed the water for the chickens. I had to prioritize. I brushed my teeth and gave the chickens as much water as I could vowing I'd be back with more later. I skipped breakfast. Then I somehow managed to get to the doctors office and through the visit without incident. Their setup is pretty slick. They don't even give you a paper prescription anymore. It gets sent electronically to the drug store of your choosing. Of course the drug store of my choosing just happened to be swamped and even after an hour or so of killing time buying groceries my prescription was still not ready. Should have went home and went back to bed right then. But no.
No I needed that medicine. So I killed more time at the drug store and when they FINALLY had it ready...there was a problem with the insurance. So there I was starving, sick as a dog with a bruise on my head and a zig where I should have zagged and I just didn't have the strength left to argue about it. I just handed the girl my credit card. I came home. Put the groceries away. Ate a bowl of leftover beef stew with a dumpling and then had a big fat brownie. I took my medicine and NOW I'm going back to bed!