tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434548087937457144.post6643571073420823341..comments2023-05-15T04:10:00.007-07:00Comments on Symptom of a Greater Cure: GlueSara Pickellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861362527256055790noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434548087937457144.post-24977941142375136472009-02-03T22:49:00.000-07:002009-02-03T22:49:00.000-07:00My day was long and tiring. I'm exhausted. It star...My day was long and tiring. I'm exhausted. It started last night while still in Ohio (on vacation this last week). Watching my nephew (23) play WoW until 315am finally took its toll on me (as I no longer yearned to see what a death knight was). I laid down my head on a very uncomfortable and uneven couch and started to drift off. At 4am my sister emerged from her bedroom adorned in eskimo parka and proceeded to open the door which blasted ice cold 10 degree air into my near unconscious body stirring me. At 5am, the story replays as my brother-in-law emerges giving me round 2. At 8am, round 3 hits as my other nephew (17) repeats the story. At 11am my mom bounds thru the icy door with lap dog in tow ensuring that I was up and ready to head to the airport. Dreary and droopy eyed and half dazed through lack of sleep I could have sworn I called the dog the spawn of satan and asked if she had any milkshakes. By 12pm I finally got up after going in and out of consciousness several times, took a shower and got ready to go. 1pm I was out the door and headed to Columbus. Arriving at my other sisters at 2pm I was engulfed in the smoke which suffocated me when entering the abode, gotta love stale cigerette smoke clouds drifting to your lungs. By 3pm I was headed back to the airport in a cramped car to board a 5pm cramped flight after a wonderful romp through airport security and the TSA's ability to still not do their job. A quick jaunt down to the last gate on the farthest concourse full bags and heavy winter coat in tow made me feel as though I had ran a marathon. Only to sit until the final call, as I and the only other standby person were given our go ahead to make our way down the ramp, seat confirmed. As I get down the ramp and they start halting people with 2 carryon bags..oh noes, you have to check rollers, plane bins full...well my laptop stayed with me for sure I wasn't letting that baby go under the wing out of my site. 2 hrs later rolling into Hotlanta after a little bumpy landing, struggling through the crowds and sitting outside for a 1/2 hr til my ride finally showed just added that extra cherry on top with the 30 minute ride home. I guess it was an O.K. day, I made it through it....that's all anyone can hope for.<BR/><BR/>If it persists though, that's when I worry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434548087937457144.post-51983776324367289352009-02-03T10:49:00.000-07:002009-02-03T10:49:00.000-07:00Sara, go see a doc. Just in case. Do eet! You don'...Sara, go see a doc. Just in case. Do eet! You don't want undiagnosed neurological crap -- unless you forgot to mention those 18 tabs of E you took the night before. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com