STOP! Hammah time!...
All of last week, I would be running up & down the stairs at work, huffing & puffing, wondering why in the world, all of a sudden, I'm so out of shape. Shoots, I do those stairs practically every day! Thursday, I looked out to the horizon.. it was gone. I couldn't even see a mile away, it was all whited out. When the vog's that thick, you know there aint no wind. Yuck! At least I knew I wasn't out of shape, it was just the vog doing a number on my lungs, which are sometimes bothered with asthma. Even my supervisor was like, "Wut da heo?! I'm not out of shape!" haha. We both had a good laugh together teasing ourselves about being all out of breath from just running up a couple of flights of stairs...
Why is it that whenever I run into people, they always ask me the same question : "So when you going back to Japan?" There is other things you can talk to me about. Yeah, I know I don't always talk, but hey, you seem to enjoy doing all the talking, so "nou ka hau'oli!" Then when I answer with a truthful "I dunno", they get all bummed out like I just ruined their plans of scoring omiyage. Sheez. I know I'm going to another country, but do you know how heavy it is to lug all that stuff around? & do you realize there is a weight limit for my bags? Not just weight, but a number limit? My friend does want to take the group up to Japan since it does have the most requests. He just has to work out the kinks first & plan everything out. It should be pretty soon though.
Yesterday was my nieces First Holy Communion. My sister asked me to make her a haku, so ok. I'm not Catholic, so I have no clue what in the world is a Holy Communion. I did know I needed to sit in church for a couple of hours. Errrr, more sitting there & acting like a good girl? Hmmm. Come to find out, more kids were having their FHC too. A bunch of girls had hakus on.. looking nothing like the one I made. My mom starts laughing. I tell her "Shut up, don't tease their skimpy hakus. So not nice. Cheesus eez watsching u!" lol. Of course through the entire thing I'm standing up, sitting down, standing up, sitting down, taking cues from my sister, who's only laughing cause I'm like in another world. Yeah, blame the benedryl (but that's another story). They were singing so freaking much. The bad part about it was the lady behind me had such a high voice, it was soo not helping that building migraine I had. After that, I was thanking God to be out of church. Heh. Then we went to lunch, where all of sitting at the "kids table" pretty much argued about who was supposed to eat the food that was left. After that was when the fun really started.
It actually started the night before, with my continuous sneezing for 3+ hours (hence the benedryl). I was already groggy from that, but then I started feeling kindda dizzy. Then I started to get a migraine. Darn. Darn that crazy singing lady behind me who thought she had a voice. Ugh. By lunch, my stomach starts doing flips & I kept getting hit by waves of nausea. So I'm thinking it's cause I haven't eaten yet. All I had was a sip of my sisters iced tea. We get home later & the nausea is still coming on. Then I start thinking, "Oh dang. Dont tell me I'm having another food allergy attack". I still had to do paperwork, take it to the office, & run to Wally World for cat food & stuff. I eat like 3 dinner rolls & I'm already full. I make a run out the door to get everything done since I felt slightly better. I run into 2 of my aunties shopping (that's another story). I'm walking around, swirving, so I tell my mom we better hurry up. We get home & it's worse. I tell myself if it's not better by morning, to call in sick. Did I? No. Woke up too fridgen late to call in. So I literally drag myself around the house to get ready & to work.
I get in to find "Tommy" went to the healthroom. When I walk in the door, I see a girl sitting across from him & I ask myself, "Wait, isn't this the girl that hates him?" It is. She's holding ice on her lip. I know he wouldn't punch someone. He's too awkward. A 5 year old could easily dodge his attempts. He didn't. She had had an "accident". But "Tommy" had a sore throat & cough. He had no fever, so the nurse asked if he wanted to stay or go home. He says he'll stay. By 3rd period, he's hacking up a lung all over & the kids are all grossing out & screaming to me, so I, for the umpteenth time, ask him to cover his mouth & if he wants to go to the healthroom. He finally goes back & tells the nurse he wants to go home. Yay, that means sicky me gets to go home too. Still nauseous.
I run to the doctors to pick up some medicine & find out my medical is all messed up. Could I pick up medicine? Sure. Did I wanna pay the $45? Nope. So I leave without it. & people wonder why I don't like going to the doctors! Too much stupidness! But it's all good. I didn't direly need it. I'll get it later.. when I find out wut da heo is going on with my medical. Even the guy at the doctor's office was (even though he had absolutely no personality & seemed bored out of his mind) a bit confused. Hmmm...
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