Just kidding. Kind of. I'm getting over my cold-like thing. About time, too.
Just kidding again. Kind of. Colds and flus so very rarely last on me. My immune system, I gotta hand it to me, is pretty kickass. It doesn't tolerate what I'll politely call "bullshit" and kicks stuff outta my system with a right quickness. I'm very grateful for the immune system I've got, which comes from my Scottish/Norwegian hearty farm stock lineage. The Popes are notorious for their immune systems that do not tolerate, again, as I said politely, bullshit.
I have the day off from work, which is pretty nice, so I'll get today to recoup and be prepared to head back into the Salt Mines (as I call Dean Health Systems where I am currently employed) on Wednesday. Bright and early at 11AM.
11AM? Seriously? I've been up for at least half the day by that point. Heck, I've probably done more by that time than... no, I won't say "than most do all day," that's arrogant, but let's say I've done quite a bit by 11AM and that's when my work day is really just starting. *gloats* Go Mandi, go Mandi.
Anyway, things are good otherwise. As I made mention to my honey Puppetcancer
yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised to take note that while I was in the throes of the worst of my cold, (which ain't saying much, trust me), not once did I even think of Oxycontin. Um, maybe because I was envisioning and dreaming of Sudafed instead, LOL, but you know what I meant. I was in pain, and pain triggers thoughts of pain killers. Or should, so I thought, and failed to yesterday. Yes! Told John I think maybe I've healed from my drug addiction a little more than I'd previously believed. He agreed with me. I think we're right.
Something that didn't escape my attention was a realization I came to. Now prior to this, my celebration of sobriety anniversary dates (the tenth of each month), I was merely celebrating the fact I wasn't on dope any longer. Which is great enough in and of itself, but a new thought occurred to me. That date also reminds me, "you screwed up big time X number of months ago!" It took long enough, but something in me finally snapped back at that little voice, "yeah, I screwed up big. It was colossal how badly I marred things up. ... BUT... if my mistake was so big, imagine how much bigger it was for me to be woman enough to admit I did foul up and correct it. NOW SHUT UP."
And the voice shut up. It took a second, it tried to argue its albeit weak point, but I gave it a cookie and that silenced it for good.
When in doubt, give that annoying voice in your head a cookie. Try it sometime. Tell me it doesn't work. Your annoying voice cannot possibly talk while shoving a cookie in its mouth. Trust me on this.... and try it for yourself sometime. It may not silence it entirely, but it'll make its words more mumbled and jumbled while it's eating its cookie.
Again, you'll just have to trust me on this one.
I did tell you I'd probably relax today, but more likely than not, I will spend it at my computer working in Photoshop, which is as good as relaxing because it does numb my mind a bit. Photoshop = Brain Novacaine, LOL. Anyhow, that's my battle plan for the day; sit on butt at computer and color, possibly sketch something here and there and drink tons and tons of water and various "good for you" fluids that'll give this cold the final heave-ho and get it the heck outta my system.
But stay a safe distance from me so you don't get it. I'm still nervous that I've infected John, but to date, he seems to be okay, so I'm going to try and knock that off.
God love you as much as I do, Possums, if He can.