Cheese With My Whine?

Did I mention that I love bronchitis?

I'm sitting here on the couch tonight, hacking up a lung and watching the World's Cutest Irishman playing his new Grand Theft Auto IV (which he waited up to get at midnight on opening day). I had to go to the doctor for the third time in three weeks today! I am sure he thinks I either have a crush on him or that I am a raging hypochondriac - neither of which is even remotely true!! I am just so tired of being sick, tired of not being able to breathe, tired of not being able to move, and mostly just tired of hearing myself whine about it all. I went through a ten-day round of antibiotics which did nothing, and now the best medical advice seems to be, "it's viral, everybody has it, it needs to just run its course, get plenty of rest and Vitamin C." In other words, "I just earned a gob of money to tell you in five seconds that I have no clue what is wrong with you and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out." So there we have it. I left with an inhaler full of stuff normally given to asthmatics and a resolve to not go back again, no matter how bad I may feel.

It's not even that I feel bad; it's that I'm pissed off that I can't do anything. I am not even remotely a sedentary person (even when I'm watching a movie I'm folding laundry or doing something), and this whole rest-and-do-nothing thing is driving me crazy! The deal is that I don't really have a choice in the matter because I get so winded doing anything - even if it's just walking from one end of the house to the other. I hate it and I need to complain about it and make myself feel better (my resolve to quit whining will start as soon as I'm done with this post). The worst part has been not working out. I was telling Sam that after having gotten myself into the habit of working out every day, not being able to do it is like missing an old friend, and it really worries me because I am not one to control my weight just through diet alone. There is too much chocolate in the world that must be consumed! I just don't want to see all of my hard work start to seep out of me while this ridiculousness "runs its course." I have an MS Walk on May 17th and I swear, if I don't get to participate in that, I will be forced to resume my whining with gusto!

The only thing making me feel better is that Dubya is buying me $300 sunglasses - woot! I have been toying with the idea of getting prescription sunglasses for years, but I just never could see myself paying the money to do it. My eyesight is just bad enough that I need glasses, but not bad enough that it necessarily warrants contact lenses all day long, so usually I just wear the crappy cheap sunglasses and opt to not see while driving. Shockingly enough, that's not really the best idea, so my other option has been to just wear my glasses and squint like Renee Zellwegger looking straight into a paparazzi flashbulb. So I figure, Bush wants to "stimulate the economy" with these tax refunds - I may as well do my part! I can't use my vision plan discount because I just got new glasses in February which is why it is so expensive, but I think it's going to be very worth it. I picked some Norma Kamali's that are practical enough to go with everything but still infuse just the right amount of glam, so I'm very excited. These are definitely going to be the most expensive accessory I've ever owned - probably by about $280 bucks! Yeesh. I can't wait!

I may be laid up on the couch like an invalid, but I'm gonna look damn good doing it...