I'm here, friends! Don't send out the search party just yet!
I've been a bit of an absent blogger/commenter lately. I'm blaming it on the fact that I've just gotten over my third cold in the last month. You'd swear I was out licking subway poles or something, rather than enjoying the otherwise healthiest year of my life. I had a smallish head cold at the start of November that went away pretty quickly, then another one two weeks later that was a bit worse but still survivable. No time off work required, and I even managed to keep up with my workout schedule.
Then my body said FUCK YOU. It started last Wednesday when I just could not clear my throat. I felt that annoying post-nasal drip tickle where you can feel mucous in your throat, but no matter how much I coughed it wouldn't go away. By Wednesday evening I had a headache, and Thursday I woke up with a fever. Great, I thought, my colds have morphed into pneumonia. I ended up going in to work regardless because Thursday and Friday were training days on a new piece of software that is going to be very important for my job and I didn't want to miss it. Plus my doctor is near my office so I managed to squeeze in an appointment. I'm not normally one to go to the doctor for a little sneeze and cough, but a whole month of it plus a fever had me a little worried and a lot annoyed.
The good news is that it was just another cold. The bad news is that it was a lot worse than the other ones, and I ended up flat on my back on the couch until Sunday. I may have missed my second day of training at work, but I still managed to learn a few things.
a. When people say animals know when you are feeling bad, they are lying. Buddy didn't give a royal crap that I felt like shit. Instead of cuddling on the couch with me he stayed upstairs most of the time on his giant new dog bed that we got at a beagle rescue fundraiser a few weeks ago. Giant dog bed > sniffling feverish lady. Dog math.
b. I am a terrible housekeeper. It's easy to convince myself otherwise when I get home after dark every weekday (gotta love those short winter days), but when lying on the couch in full daylight my slacking in the area of dusting/sweeping was patently obvious. I don't know how normal people keep their houses clean. I would have to dust and sweep every day. Are there people out there who actually do this?
c. Daytime TV sucks. Hard. Seriously, is Dr. Oz a quack? He seems like a quack. QUACK!!
Anyway, you'll all be pleased to know that I'm now recovered and seriously hoping my husband doesn't come down with it, because we all know what giant babies men are when they're sick.
In ladyparts news, this week marks 7 weeks since my last Lupron shot. I had been starting to despair that my cycles would return on their own, since up until I got sick I was still having the occasional hot flash/night sweat. After I got sick my fever made me feel like I was in a constant state of hot flash, so that both sucked and made it hard to know what was going on. But this week I've now gone three days with no heat waves. AND this morning I had...gasp!...actual cervical mucous!! It's been drier than the Sahara down there since Lupron, so I really hoped that once my estrogen levels started rising I'd notice something that would let me know what was going on. Soooo...I'm thinking this means the engines are revving again. Of course this still means a period is a couple of weeks away, but at least things may be happening. The biggest issue now is that M is going to be gone on a business trip for the middle two weeks of January, which could be exactly when my FET is scheduled depending on what happens with my period. Figures, right? I haven't decided what I'll do at that point, whether we'll wait another month so he can be here or just do it and get it over with. But it'll be hard to get my bed rest with a dog to walk and no one home to feed me, so that may dictate. Typical AF, right? That bitch has the worst timing.