According to the HR gal at work, I’m off the charts nice. I had to take a million-question personality test, and according to the results, I’m a very nice, gentle and supportive gal who hates confrontation, is not assertive enough and doesn’t have an aggressive bone in her body. I knew all of that already.
I’m not feeling chatty. Haven’t felt chatty for a little while. I wonder if I’m getting sick again, or if I was still sick when I stopped taking medication. I’m waiting it out to see what happens, and if I don’t start to feel better, I’ll have to suck it up and go back to the doctor. But I don’t want that to be the case because I’m stubborn, and I feel like I should just be able to snap my fingers and will myself well.
This illness is worse than anything I’ve ever had. Worse than the stomach virus or months of bronchitis. And I don’t want it to be back. But if it is, maybe my parents will make another sudden trip to Raleigh to take care of their sick kid.
I’m being vague, and I’m sorry, but there are some things I keep offline, my illness being one of them. But I got a reminder that my blog hadn’t been updated in a while, and that’s why. Just not feeling chatty. Sorry if anyone else noticed, although the idea that more than two people read this continually blows my mind. For the most part, I don’t know who reads this, and I like that. I get something like 2,000 visits a month, which is insane. A bunch of my friends read this, I have some unwanted readers, and the rest are a mystery.
My allergies are finally cooperating. I still sound funny when I talk – maybe a bit less like a 12-year-old – but other than that, I’m much better. I had to push my visit to Frankie’s back by a day. Mike TI was lovely and suggested I go home and get some rest rather than race go karts. Maybe he had a premonition that I was going to beat him on the track (which is what happened), so that’s why. But who knows.
What’s something fun to do in Cary? Is there anything fun to do in Cary? Other than Target, I mean.
I got my RBC schedule and it seemed to come out of the blue. I almost forgot about Job #2. I was like, “Oh yeah, that.”
I took two garbage bags full of clothes to Goodwill, and I could probably send a ton more. If I ever get my closet clean, I’ll take a picture. It’s so full of clothes, it’ll make you ill. My wardrobe is big enough to clothe three people – easy. Allan used to tease me about my closet always being such a scary disaster, and he’s right. Thing is, it’s really big, and it’s really easy to shove stuff in there. And then it turns into a scary disaster. Once Kristen came over to help me clean it. Progress was made, but alas. I couldn’t keep up with it.
Yesterday was Gregory’s birthday. Happy birthday to Gregory! Love him, love him, love him. It sounds really silly, but I call him all the time now just because I can. I can pick up my James Bond phone, find his name and hear his voice. I couldn’t do that while he was in Iraq, and it broke my heart. Being able to talk to someone whenever you please, especially someone you love, is the best thing. And I didn’t realize how great it was until I couldn’t do it anymore.
Speaking of birthdays, the picture below is of two of Abby’s birthday gifts. She’ll be two on the 19th. Seeing her grow is one of the most special experiences I’ve ever had. She’s an amazing little creature. If only she could say Auntie Allie instead of Chee-i… Once we were in a store, and I went down another aisle looking for something, and I heard her calling, “Chee-i, Chee-i-, Chee-i!” trying to find me. It made me dissolve into a puddle of goo. She’s just so adorable inside and out.
And I have the other picture below because I was laying on my couch the other evening and I thought, “Wow. I really like my apartment.” It was clean, you see.