I am a go-getter. I am a workaholic. I am JAZZED. I also have a horrible cold, allergies, aaaannnnd
pneumonia. I started getting sick last Friday, and finally dragged my sorry butt into the doctor's office. Prednisone is one of the wonderful meds I got. It is working sooooo good. Doc said it might me feel hungry and jittery. It hasn't made a surge in my appetite, but I am getting lots of stuff done around here - - - really fast. Jittery? Who says I'm jittery? I'm just working at warp speed for a while. Unfortunately, I only have to take it for five days. Hope I get six months worth of chores done before it's all gone. I am still sneezing and barky-coughing, but I am JAZZED-UP WOMAN, so don't get in my way.
Speaking of Friday, Jenna and I went to see Theresa Caputo in Moline. Good show. She looked fantastic. She's lost some weight so she is super tiny and she was wearing the most fabulous black dress and the shoes . . . oh, the shoes! They looked like they were coated with diamonds. I Googled them (Christian Louboutin's with the red soles), and, good news, they are on sale- - - for only $5,600.00. It was a little disappointing when she mostly worked the first section on the floor where the expensive ticket-holders sat, and went up into the bleachers only once, and that was way across the room from us. We mostly watched her on the big-screen TV, so it was just like watching her on television.
First picture is, obviously, Jenna and me in a selfie - - - with some ladies behind us taking a selfie.
Second picture is me hanging with my new BFF, Theresa. Oh, I'm the frumpy looking one on the left side, FYI. (I'll have to add this pic to my collection of photos with cardboard cutouts and plaster statues). Considering that there were about 4,000 people at the show, I wonder how many I infected with my crud, since that was when the coughing really began. Oh, well.
I must repeat that I am really feeling a lot better than I did. However, Monday morning - - - not so much. I had been in bed since Saturday, dealing with chills and sweating spells, headaches, coughing, and sneezing. But Monday morning, I woke with a jolt, got up and dressed, and grabbed the garbage bag from the kitchen (which only had a tiny bit of stuff in it) and hurried to take out the trash. I hadn't heard the garbage truck come by yet, so I was moving fast. When I put my pitiful little trash bag in the can, I noticed that was the only thing we had accumulated for the week. I knew that we had been gone a lot and hadn't thrown very much away, but REALLY? My neighbor lady across the lane saw me and hollered "Hi". I was really confused now, so I asked her if today was Wednesday or Thursday (Wednesday is our usual pick-up day). She replied, "Oh, Honey, this is only Monday!" How embarrassing. I had to take the walk-of-shame back to my house, head hanging and dragging my almost-empty can. Evidently, I was hallucinating or something, and really got my days mixed up. Whatever.
One good thing about spending so much time in bed was that I finally got to watch Breakfast At Tiffany's all the way through. Never got to do that before.
When I picked the quote to use for this post, I had originally a different take on the message. You know, inspirational. But as I reread it, I now know what it really means.
I AM JAZZED UP WOMAN. SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TRYING TO STOP ME- - -AT LEAST FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS. Did I already mention that I think I'm a little jazzed up on Prednisone?
GOD BLESS YOU ALL