...and the week has gone on

Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015

I apologize for skipping this week, but this cold is totally kicking my ass.  Between my throat killing me (raw and hurting) and coughing my lungs out, I've not done much all this week except the bare necessities.

On Tuesday, I got up, went to the funeral home for my classmate/friend's sister's service, then we went over to the Community Center for a luncheon/gathering.  I left at noon, went home, took a nap (!), then got up when my alarm went off so I got run my task for the day.  Only two days left!  Once back from that, I let myself drift off again - since we had plans tonight, I knew Ron would be late.  Sure enough, he called me just before 5 - "I'm in traffic over here on 32, and I don't know how soon I'll get home.  How are going to work this tonight?"  So we figure out the plan for going to the visitation for our friend from church tonight.  We already had the basics down (going separately, me signing us both in the book), but now we aren't going to GO at the same time.  I go to the funeral home as planned, and had to cut line left and right to be able to leave to get to my meeting on time.  I sure hated to, but I did not expect it be as crowded as it was.  I knew it would be full, but not that crowded.  But - cut line I did, then left to go to the Community Center for my TOPS meeting, where I found that I have gained again.  Only .4 of a pound, but still....
I came home, had a big ol' salad that Ron had made for me for supper while watching NCIS and NCIS:NO, even though they are reruns now.  I went to bed after that instead of watching dead guys for a while.  Thank God for NyQuil.

On Wednesday, I got up, went to church for the funeral.  I stayed to help with the luncheon for the family in the Center afterward, and didn't get home until around 2:30.  I just collapsed into my recliner until time for my task, which I ran, then came home and collapsed into my recliner until Ron texted me and I walked out to meet him.  I didn't really want to, but I made myself.  Thank God for DayQuil and my Vicks inhaler!  Then Ron mowed and I Febreezed our 'new' recliner (finally!), and that was it.  I had a bowl/can of chicken noodle soup for my supper, and ate it while watching dead guys.  I went to bed at 10 after taking my nightly dose of NyQuil.

On Thursday, I didn't wake up until around 10:30 or so. The third funeral I am going to this week doesn't start until 2, so I have time to do nothing (i.e. my tableting and reading).  Then I saw a post from my sister on Facebook, asking if someone would or could come give her moral support at 9:00 this morning.  I replied that I had just seen this, sorry.  A few minutes later, I am getting texts from her because the morning isn't going how it was supposed to be.  After a few texts, we determine that I have time to come up and BE the moral support she needs, so my day starts is now starting a couple hours sooner than I expected and I will go to the funeral this morning at the Bethel Methodist Church via Georgetown!
Sooooo, I get up, get dressed and hit the road.  I do my sisterly thing, staying as long as I can, which just happened to be long enough for the situation to be settled, and I headed on to Bethel.  I attend the funeral, and the luncheon afterward (man, was I hungry - that was a good thing to see/feel! I haven't had much of an appetite this week).  Then it was time to do my task for the last time.  Yay!  I made it through the two weeks!  I get back home and collapse in my recliner.  I played on my tablet a little, but eventually fell asleep.  Ron texted me, but I didn't even hear my phone go off!  He woke me up by coming in the door.  We just sat here and talked - him about Rumpke, and me about what is going on with my sister - and finally, we decided to make some supper and watch dead guys.  He made himself one of those frozen Chinese things and I had a grilled cheese sandwich (of which I burned one side - yuck!).

Time for my nightly dose of NyQuil.  I feel as though I have coughed enough for the rest of the year, but I'm sure I'm gonna cough more once I go lie down.  Blah!
I'm glad nothing is planned for tomorrow.