I'm (kind of) alone for the first time in over two weeks. The husband is still asleep upstairs, but Josh has returned to school. I don't feel good about that either. After coughing for over two weeks and having a fever for 5 days of that, he is pale and wiped out looking. I'm going to call the pediatrician and think maybe I'll drive into the city with Josh tomrrow to bring him in. Whoops. I forgot. The husband has a foot doctor appointment tomorrow. Sheeets. Maybe I'll take Josh out of school early today? I wish the doc would just call me back.
I feel like poor Josh and his subtle yet debilitating symptoms have been pushed aside due to the husband's insanely ridiculous and in your face horrifying soles of feet burns and subsequent infection/gangrene/hospitalization. Yes. There was gangrene involved. Personally, when it comes to me, I fear the C word, but when it comes to the husband the G word is the one that pierces. Eeew.
Bear bait is still limping. I knew she was kind of limpish being confined to the house and yard, and I crossed my fingers are prayed that she was on the mend. I did take her for a walk, because we both really needed a walk and she was soover the top happy to be out there in the big world that she ran in circles and then spent the rest of the day hobbling around on only three of her four legs. She is going to have to wait for her medical attention though. Maybe I can squeeze her in towards the end of the week.
I'm facing the fact here that I will not likely be going back to my drawing class. What ever. I can sign up for the next round of classes. I really did end up liking the drawing teacher. I didn't think the model was so interesting to look at, so not the biggest loss.
On the positive side, I did end up joining a gym. I haven't been to the gym yet, but I joined. Sadly, it's a far cry from the delightful posh club. But it is conveniently located. I also found this awesome funky boxing place. The owner took one look at me and decided I was going to be his next project. Which is great for me, but annoying when someone takes one look at me and tells me over and over how they are goign to get of my jelly belly. Can't we all just pretend the jelly belly isn't there? He was already getting on my nerves with all the chatter about my belly by the third day when I walked in and he said to some new stick thin women he was showing around that he was goign to make me into a "lean machine" so I loudly told the sticks "I don't know why he keeps saying that, all I want to do is kick some ass." He took the hint and stopped saying it. Now he is kicking my ass. I'm whipped and I'm loving it.
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