Monday, February 13, 2006

How NOT to Spend Your Weekend

Ok, so maybe this wasn't the worst weekend ever. Or week, I suppose, if want to include Wednesday and Thursday. Is Friday considered the weekend? Whatever. It all sucked. So, assuming our weekend started last Wednesday, here's how NOT to spend it:

~Don't stay in bed for 2 days with a migraine. Get up. Do things. Maybe bake some rather crunchy cookies.

~Don't spend 3 hours sanding drywall the instant your migraine goes away. Sure, it's fun. But you have dishes to wash. And laundry. Shouldn't you be doing those things? You know those migraines can come back.

~Don't get a strange headache while watching CSI, that is NOT a usual migraine, but it compeletly resistant to all drugs, including those that were brought back from the US because apparently Canadians are too wussy to use them, and lasts all the way through the night, ALL day friday and into Saturday. And still hurts a bit now. Possibly caused by Nick Stokes haircut? Hmmmm.

~Don't spend your time with a massive headache being the laziest hypochondriac EVER by alternately wondering what horrifying tumor is moving through your brain, and then saying "Nah, I don't really feel like going to the hospital. Trading Spaces is on." But what if it's something that's just days from rupturing and they can catch it in time and save me? "Ya, but those MRI machines are so small and clausterphobic. I'll just wait and see if it goes away."

~Don't have a husband with an armpit zit. That's not in his armpit. It's on his hip. And it's eeeewww. We had to go to the hospital yesterday. Because he's in the army, and they won't let you go to just any doctor. Because if you are in the army, they own you. And everything on you. Including armpit zits on your hip. But you can sit in the emergency room for hours and hours, if you really have to and if you dare to have a medical issue when it's not government working hours.

~Don't try to buy prescriptions on a Sunday evening in a small town in Ontario. Sure, Walmart's open. So is Zeller's. But the pharmacies all close early. What? Hello? It's more important for the toys and linens to be sold, but screw the sick people????

~Don't have a husband in the army. If you are married to them, they tell you all kinds of things, like what they'll be doing, and who with, and where and when and it's all very exciting.....until they tell you NEVER to tell anyone esle. Nobody. Not even my mom. Well, I guess that makes sense. She blabs everything. But not even YOU GUYS. I mean, ya'll wouldn't spread it around, would you?

~Don't watch an utterly fascinating episode of Grey's Anantomy in which there is a bomb with a man who has taken the bomb disposal course, and spends all of his days handling ammunition. DON'T. In case the rest of ya'll didn't know, and I now do along with various other info regarding that particular bomb, the only person that bomb should have been killed would be the person holding it. Good to know. Also, what the hell was that at the end? I mean, I knew it was gonna blow. That didn't surprise me. But hello? The bomb techs? Did they just dissapear when it went off? Did they run really really fast and are now safe? No. They were being washed off of Dr.Grey, weren't they? And did anyone say anything about them? The REAL heros? NO. They just ended the damn show! How could they just ignore the death of the cute bomb tech that used to get his newspaper a day early and go out and save MORE people. He's a damn hero!
Also, wasn't George the cutest?

~Don't run out of coffee before Monday morning. Damn.


Blogger Lucy said...

Yes...but did you crochet this weekend?????

12:19 p.m.  
Blogger Tara said...

LOL. Nope. Not a stitch.

12:29 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh dear! What a stinker of a weekend. Well, things can only get better. :)

1:39 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, sorry about the head ache! OMG I thought the cute, intense bomb guy would be the new love interest and that I could live vicariously through Grey!

2:54 p.m.  
Blogger noricum said...

George was wonderful. Anyone know any real-life Georges? Preferrably ones who are single, and would be interested in me? ;)

4:31 p.m.  
Blogger Lisa said...

I'm going to try really hard to NOT do any of those things!!! I hope this week is better!

12:55 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was beginning to think that there were some serious side effects from that extra crunchy cookie... sorry to hear about the migraine, though.

Sanding drywall is fun, huh? Would you like to come for a visit, then? :)

1:08 p.m.  

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