I've been feeling crappy for a over a week. I get really snippy and go on in complete denial that bed bound sickness is imminent, in the beginning. It is imminent. I act like everything is fine. I hate that word by the way. Male readers, when a woman female says fine, it means not fine. Trust me. So, I say I'm just tired. I'm always tired. Then after a sleepless night/day/night of tossing/turning and having my mind run faster than our old hp computer's RAM, I'm "officially" sick. This is my issue...I'm always sick. Sometimes it's just worse. This is the sucky nature of chronic disease Ala Lupus.
I was especially crappy the other night and had my laptop out looking at my Flickr favorites. Dear Hubby came home from work to find me curled up in the bed with the cats in the dark watching a slide show; crying. Oh yeah. Doesn't every man dream of coming home to this after a long day at work. Lucky him. The cats bailed since their shift was over and relief had finally come. He was like, "What are you doing?" I was like, "Trying..." sniffle, sob, "to cheer myself up." He was like "Why?" What the h*ll kinda question is that? Male readers, if you ever are attempting to comfort a crying woman female, never ask why. That's a stupid question. Your job is to comfort, not ascertain the why of the situation. Little tip there for ya.
At some point that I feel up to it and the mood strikes, I'll share some geeky information about Flickr and how incredibly fabulous it is. And how non Creative Commons people are making my life difficult. Open source people, open source. I still ♥ Flickr anyway. For now, here's what I was in the dark watching....
