Wednesday, September 29
No Title
For a while now, for the past few weeks, I’ve been feeling rundown. I feel like a house that’s been left to rot and taken over by meth addicts. My paint is peeling and my carpet is matted. My windows are broken and squirrels are living in the attic.
But seriously, are my smiles really so few and far between; do you really need to point out the fact that “Hey, you’re smiling!” every time you see one? Is it that I’m depressed, something is happening at home, Erik and I aren’t getting along or could it possibly be that maybe you’re such a flipping idiot that I just don’t smile at you? And the only time you catch me smiling is when it’s directed at someone else and I turn my head and accidentally point it at you? Could that be it?
But seriously, are my smiles really so few and far between; do you really need to point out the fact that “Hey, you’re smiling!” every time you see one? Is it that I’m depressed, something is happening at home, Erik and I aren’t getting along or could it possibly be that maybe you’re such a flipping idiot that I just don’t smile at you? And the only time you catch me smiling is when it’s directed at someone else and I turn my head and accidentally point it at you? Could that be it?
Tuesday, September 28
No Title
Laine was in a cranky mood last night. Miss Danielle told me that she’d been asking for her daddy for half the day. Crying and being nearly inconsolable because she wanted Erik so badly. She used to do that for me but ever since I got sick and I wasn’t able to spend any time with her she’s switched teams on me. I love the fact that she wants her dad around her so much, for months she hardly even knew who he was when he’d come home and my heart would break for him because she wouldn’t even let him hold her for two seconds before she’d reach and cry for me. And I had a healthy amount of sympathy for him since Laine would do the same thing to me whenever my mom is around.
But now that Laine is all about Erik I’m getting it all the time and I have no one to feel sympathy for. It’s easier to deal with when you know someone else is going through it too, but now I feel like I’m the only one she doesn’t want to be with. At my parents house Nanny is still number one, but PawPaw is a dang close second. She loves to go back and forth between them. And when we are home Daddy is the only person Laine wants to be with. She cries if I try to take her into the other room or if I try to play with her. Like, all I’m doing is getting in the way. She gets really aggravated with me when I get between her and who she wants to be with.
She doesn’t even look at me when I drop her off at daycare anymore and she refuses to give me kisses goodbye. I know it’s just a fixation on something different now, but it used to be me, always me and only me and now it’s not and I miss it so much. I feel forgotten and left behind and for a while I could laugh at it but now it makes me cry. I’m the one crying for her while she’s crying for someone else.
Sure it sounds silly and I just need to wait it out and she’ll switch it up again soon and want me all the time again, but until then I’m just so lonely without her. There is a very big Laine shaped hole in my arms.
Erik tries to help me out by handing her to me regularly and like, when we are sitting on the floor playing he’ll set her in my lap and sit really close across from her so that I can at least hold her for a while. But I feel that I shouldn’t have to trick my kid into being near me. I already have one kid that I have to struggle with to get attention from; I don’t want to have to fight my children for hugs. It hurts.
Today I’m really just wishing Laine will smile at me when I pick her up, not start crying and asking for daddy right away. It’s embarrassing to cry in front of the daycare workers.
But now that Laine is all about Erik I’m getting it all the time and I have no one to feel sympathy for. It’s easier to deal with when you know someone else is going through it too, but now I feel like I’m the only one she doesn’t want to be with. At my parents house Nanny is still number one, but PawPaw is a dang close second. She loves to go back and forth between them. And when we are home Daddy is the only person Laine wants to be with. She cries if I try to take her into the other room or if I try to play with her. Like, all I’m doing is getting in the way. She gets really aggravated with me when I get between her and who she wants to be with.
She doesn’t even look at me when I drop her off at daycare anymore and she refuses to give me kisses goodbye. I know it’s just a fixation on something different now, but it used to be me, always me and only me and now it’s not and I miss it so much. I feel forgotten and left behind and for a while I could laugh at it but now it makes me cry. I’m the one crying for her while she’s crying for someone else.
Sure it sounds silly and I just need to wait it out and she’ll switch it up again soon and want me all the time again, but until then I’m just so lonely without her. There is a very big Laine shaped hole in my arms.
Erik tries to help me out by handing her to me regularly and like, when we are sitting on the floor playing he’ll set her in my lap and sit really close across from her so that I can at least hold her for a while. But I feel that I shouldn’t have to trick my kid into being near me. I already have one kid that I have to struggle with to get attention from; I don’t want to have to fight my children for hugs. It hurts.
Today I’m really just wishing Laine will smile at me when I pick her up, not start crying and asking for daddy right away. It’s embarrassing to cry in front of the daycare workers.
Monday, September 27
Pain In The Head
My head hurts, very much, everyday. I have taken Tylenol 3 and Lortab as well as regular Advil, aspirin and Excedrin. Nothing works. The Tylenol 3 seems to be raising my blood pressure because on top of my head aching it’s throbbing too, it sounds like drums in my ears. The Lortab doesn’t make me dizzy or sleepy like the bottle says it will, but then it also doesn’t take the pain away like it says it will.
I think it’s a tumor.
I think it’s a tumor.
Amazing Moment I'm Glad I'll Never Have To Have
This 8 month old baby was born deaf, watch the moment as his cochlear implant is activated and he hears sound for the first time, and his mother's voice.
I have definitely taken for granted the amazing fact that my daughter has always known my voice. Can you imagine if you didn’t have your voice to calm your child? How much more difficult it would be in that first year to communicate love and comfort if you couldn’t even offer a simple "shh".
I have definitely taken for granted the amazing fact that my daughter has always known my voice. Can you imagine if you didn’t have your voice to calm your child? How much more difficult it would be in that first year to communicate love and comfort if you couldn’t even offer a simple "shh".
Friday, September 24
August/September Update, Part Fat
So I started a new diet. I’m one week and one bacterial infection into it and I’ve lost about six pounds give or take five.
So mom’s got this friend and she did this diet and she lost a literal ton of weight. Like, three large children sized hunks of flesh have melted off her body, it’s crazy. And to celebrate her loss she took my mom and another friend to Le Berg du Lac to do some relaxing all paid by her. Nice, I say. Mom said that she cheated on her diet and everything while she was there and still didn’t gain any weight so I figured since mom was going to try this and dad was doing it too that I’d jump on that band wagon. Mostly because I was curious and I wanted grocery shopping to be cheaper anyway I could get it. So I did it for a week. Really only about five days, but I was super strict and I was totally into it. Then I got sick and completely lost my appetite and since part of this diet is eating six times a day that meant I was failing. I figured as long as I stuck to the plan whenever I did eat that I’d be okay and really I didn’t gain any weigh but I didn’t lose any.
So when you’re on a diet and there are a number of people around you also on the same diet and they are doing super well and telling you every day how many pounds their losing it gets a little stressful.
Last night was supposed to be my night to hang with my person but her dad was in town so instead of staying at home watching TV by myself I went to mom’s house to hang out. Erik said he’d be late anyway so I needed to find some way to entertain myself and if I spent one more night alone in front of the TV by myself I’d implode in a fiery mess of “Seriously!?”.
Anyway I get there and mom and Mrs’s Barden, Schmale and Pittman are there. And every single one of them are about half the size they were the last time I saw them. And they are all like, “I’ve been on a diet for thirteen days” and “I know I started the day after you” and my mom is telling me she needs to lose more because 135 is too heavy.
Are. You. Kidding. Me.
How fat do I feel sitting next to her hearing that. 145 is my ideal weight. Ten pounds heavier than she is now. I want to hit something. Very hard. Repeatedly.
I was like giant humpback whale that is trying desperately to get into a group picture with a dolphin, jellyfish, and seahorse and there’s no wide angle lens.
However, and yes there is a however. I got up this morning, refusing to look at my fat ass as I go climb in the shower, blasting the hot water wishing to God that cellulite melted at low temperatures then I head down stairs to get my jeans out of the dryer and wha???? They are loose! And they are my new jeans too, the ones I bought a size too small so that I could shrink into them! I needed to find a belt!
SUCK IT SKINNY LADIES! I may not be losing pounds but I’m losing something.
I don’t need no stinking scale!
So yeah, I don’t know if it was the diet or the sick but either way I’ll do it again if it keeps shrinking me.
So mom’s got this friend and she did this diet and she lost a literal ton of weight. Like, three large children sized hunks of flesh have melted off her body, it’s crazy. And to celebrate her loss she took my mom and another friend to Le Berg du Lac to do some relaxing all paid by her. Nice, I say. Mom said that she cheated on her diet and everything while she was there and still didn’t gain any weight so I figured since mom was going to try this and dad was doing it too that I’d jump on that band wagon. Mostly because I was curious and I wanted grocery shopping to be cheaper anyway I could get it. So I did it for a week. Really only about five days, but I was super strict and I was totally into it. Then I got sick and completely lost my appetite and since part of this diet is eating six times a day that meant I was failing. I figured as long as I stuck to the plan whenever I did eat that I’d be okay and really I didn’t gain any weigh but I didn’t lose any.
So when you’re on a diet and there are a number of people around you also on the same diet and they are doing super well and telling you every day how many pounds their losing it gets a little stressful.
Last night was supposed to be my night to hang with my person but her dad was in town so instead of staying at home watching TV by myself I went to mom’s house to hang out. Erik said he’d be late anyway so I needed to find some way to entertain myself and if I spent one more night alone in front of the TV by myself I’d implode in a fiery mess of “Seriously!?”.
Anyway I get there and mom and Mrs’s Barden, Schmale and Pittman are there. And every single one of them are about half the size they were the last time I saw them. And they are all like, “I’ve been on a diet for thirteen days” and “I know I started the day after you” and my mom is telling me she needs to lose more because 135 is too heavy.
Are. You. Kidding. Me.
How fat do I feel sitting next to her hearing that. 145 is my ideal weight. Ten pounds heavier than she is now. I want to hit something. Very hard. Repeatedly.
I was like giant humpback whale that is trying desperately to get into a group picture with a dolphin, jellyfish, and seahorse and there’s no wide angle lens.
However, and yes there is a however. I got up this morning, refusing to look at my fat ass as I go climb in the shower, blasting the hot water wishing to God that cellulite melted at low temperatures then I head down stairs to get my jeans out of the dryer and wha???? They are loose! And they are my new jeans too, the ones I bought a size too small so that I could shrink into them! I needed to find a belt!
SUCK IT SKINNY LADIES! I may not be losing pounds but I’m losing something.
I don’t need no stinking scale!
So yeah, I don’t know if it was the diet or the sick but either way I’ll do it again if it keeps shrinking me.
Thursday, September 23
August/September Update, Part Church
So there’s been more going on the last few months than just me being sick. Erik and I were both volunteered for the nursery at church. Notice I said we were volunteered, not that we volunteered. About every other Sunday, Darren hounds the congregation to get involved in some way out side of the sanctuary and every other Sunday Erik and I look at each other guiltily but we never volunteer. Mostly because neither one of us plays a musical instrument (Worship Team out) we wouldn’t know what do put between a Dear God and an Amen (Prayer Team out) we don’t know anything about sound or lights or projection (Whatever-My-Dad-Does Team out) children over the age of one terrify us (Children’s Church out) we can’t function in fresh air (Security Team out) and we are incapable of smiling before noon (Greeting Team out). So that left us with a perfect pile of nothing. And we were okay with that for the most part, the guilty feeling was still there when we were being pinned down by the flaming laser eyes of out pastor but we got over it pretty quick. And we never volunteered.
Until I got a text from Mrs. White, who I love and would do anything for and WHO KNOWS THAT and EXPLOITED my love for her, asking for my help in the nursery. That nefarious woman and her devious ways, I was trapped! Mrs. White needed help and I couldn’t tell her no; I don’t even know the word no around her. At least I was able to wiggle my way into the infant’s room and not the toddlers. GAH! Could you imagine? I’d die. Little walking attitudes, there is no way I’d survive a whole hour in a room full of them. So I got the babies, the very week that Laine is moved up to the toddler room, so I got babies I don’t know that I have to take care of and that’s okay I guess but there is this one kid. Hannah. God love her. That child can cry! And I mean really cry, for a long time, for no reason. It’s been about a month and a half and she’s just now getting okay, she’s also about to move up in classes, but she’s a blessed angel compared to this other kid I got the week before last, I think his name was Noah. A screamer. Like scream, not yell or cry or holler. Strait up screamer. I was near tears the entire time trying my hardest to keep him distracted from the fact that he wanted to be screaming and it wasn’t easy. Erik had to come in about twenty minutes before service was out so that he could take over for me. I had a pounding headache for the rest of the day.
Now I’m complaining of course, because it’s what I do, but I’m to the point now where working in the nursery is something I want to do now, not something I have to do. And if nothing else at least it gets us to church on time.
Erik also got volunteered. Can you guess at what? That’s right, computers. He helped Andrea and Clay get the finger print scanner thing all worked out and he was able to help get all the kid’s little finger prints scanned in. He’s also been roped into helping with the three and up room a time or two but Josh is in that room so he like’s it enough. I would vomit, but he’s cool with older kids.
So now when we are in the service and Darren is all “you got to volunteer to be a part of the working church” and points his guilt inducing laser flamey eyes at me I can be all “whatever, I’m covered”.
Until I got a text from Mrs. White, who I love and would do anything for and WHO KNOWS THAT and EXPLOITED my love for her, asking for my help in the nursery. That nefarious woman and her devious ways, I was trapped! Mrs. White needed help and I couldn’t tell her no; I don’t even know the word no around her. At least I was able to wiggle my way into the infant’s room and not the toddlers. GAH! Could you imagine? I’d die. Little walking attitudes, there is no way I’d survive a whole hour in a room full of them. So I got the babies, the very week that Laine is moved up to the toddler room, so I got babies I don’t know that I have to take care of and that’s okay I guess but there is this one kid. Hannah. God love her. That child can cry! And I mean really cry, for a long time, for no reason. It’s been about a month and a half and she’s just now getting okay, she’s also about to move up in classes, but she’s a blessed angel compared to this other kid I got the week before last, I think his name was Noah. A screamer. Like scream, not yell or cry or holler. Strait up screamer. I was near tears the entire time trying my hardest to keep him distracted from the fact that he wanted to be screaming and it wasn’t easy. Erik had to come in about twenty minutes before service was out so that he could take over for me. I had a pounding headache for the rest of the day.
Now I’m complaining of course, because it’s what I do, but I’m to the point now where working in the nursery is something I want to do now, not something I have to do. And if nothing else at least it gets us to church on time.
Erik also got volunteered. Can you guess at what? That’s right, computers. He helped Andrea and Clay get the finger print scanner thing all worked out and he was able to help get all the kid’s little finger prints scanned in. He’s also been roped into helping with the three and up room a time or two but Josh is in that room so he like’s it enough. I would vomit, but he’s cool with older kids.
So now when we are in the service and Darren is all “you got to volunteer to be a part of the working church” and points his guilt inducing laser flamey eyes at me I can be all “whatever, I’m covered”.
Wednesday, September 22
August/September Update, Part Sick
There is quite a bit of catching up I need to do on here. It’s been over a month and so much has happened in that time that it’s truly daunting to even think about recapping it all for you.
So let’s begin with what’s fresh in my mind, me being sick.
All the little colds and sniffles I’ve gotten over the past five weeks were all just little warning trembles before the big quake. I got a bacterial infection that settled into my throat last Friday (17th), it’s now Thursday (23nd) and I’m out of bed and at work again finally. My first doctor’s appointment was the Monday (13th) before I really got sick. I went to see Dr Wilson to get checked out. I talked to her about my hair falling out and my mood swings, my complete lack of caring about anything and she sent me to get some blood drawn and tested, her first thing to try to rule out is my thyroid, after that she’ll be able to “dig deeper into what’s causing this”. My guess is the IUD but we’ll see. The lady who drew my blood was really raring to go and ended up punching me with the needle in her excitement. I kept the bruise all week. I’ll be calling the doctor next Monday (27th) to find out results.
When I was at the doctor’s office on Monday (13th) I saw Colleen but we just breezed past one another. So Wednesday (15th) rolls around and come hell or high water I’m going to see my person. She and I did our customary talking back and forth and over and under each other through texts and holy God it happened that we were able to sync our evenings and she came over to watch TV and hang out until pretty late, it was so nice. So nice.
Thursday (16th) I woke up with a scratchy throat but I figured it had more to do with staying up late than anything but by Friday (17th) I felt like I was dying through my neck. I went to the doctor to get a strep test done but that came back negative; still though, I had an infection so I was put on Augmentin. Which is dandy considering that after not getting any better we find out its Penicillin and whatever is in Augmentin resistant. So now I’m on Levaquin and three days later I’m 80% better. No longer contagious anyway.
But back to Friday (17th), my doctor was awesome enough to take me right at 8:00 with no appointment, he swabbed my throat which came back negative for strep then he poked and prodded my neck for a while until I was about to punch him in his throat before he gave me my scrip. He told me I was “totally contagious” and that I should get Laine checked out too since mom and dad had strep and I had this whatever I had. So I called Dr Collard for Laine and she was only going to be in the office from 2-4:00 but lucky us she had one more appointment at 2:15 and super lucky me, Erik had taken off work so he could drive her downtown for me. Turns out she didn’t get either my sickness or my parents; she developed an ear infection all by herself. But at least she’d be on antibiotics too so I didn’t have to worry overmuch about her catching my sick. Of course Erik didn’t see it that way so he didn’t bring Laine home until after she was asleep for the night Friday night. I’m really glad he took the day with her though; they don’t get time alone together too often.
I though if I got enough sleep Friday that I’d be up and ready to go Saturday to go to my cousin Jeremy and Amanda’s wedding and so I slept the whole day and even woke up late to find that I wasn’t even a little bit better, if fact I was markedly worse. Not only did it hurt to swallow but it hurt to breath and it hurt to turn my head and it hurt to blink and my ears were pounding with the beat of my heart, it was beyond horrible. Erik and I were sitting on the couch trying to figure out our weekend and how we were going to keep Laine away from me for the most part and how I was going to still be able to see her but those two things apparently don’t go together so he decided to take Laine to the wedding in Beaumont without me. I have to say I was very impressed with him offering to do that, he could have just taken Laine to his parents for the day but instead he went out of town with a toddler he sometimes can’t handle for an entire mealtime and did a wonderful job taking care of her. I missed them so much while they were gone but Erik knows me well and sent bunches of pictures so that every time I woke up I was greeted by one. They got home late, almost 10:00 and she was zonked but Erik let me hold her for a few minutes while she slept as long as I promised not to breath on her or kiss her. It was torture so I let him take her back. If I’d had the energy I would have cried myself to sleep.
Sunday morning (the 19th) Erik let me sleep until almost 9:00 before asking me if I wanted to go to church. I didn't, but I went anyway. I figure you really can't go wrong with hanging out with God when you're sick. After church we went to Jacob's house for lunch but I hadn't the stomach for any food, even though the roast smelled amazing it nauseated me to think about looking at it. After a couple of hours of super amazing people trying to cheer me up I was ready to go home and crash, which I did. I was woken up at 4:00 because Erik couldn't find anything to feed Laine. So I got up and made dinner and watched Laine eat and play in the living room until she went to sleep close to 9:00 at which point I was ready to pass back out again. Erik had another idea in mind and I was just too damn tired to say no.
Now we come to Monday (20th) morning and I still wasn't feeling any better, I still had gross white spots on the back of my throat and my eardrums felt like they were about to burst and I had developed an insane case of diarrhea so I called my doctor and asked him if he had any idea when his idea of medication was going to kick in and was told to come into the office again. I got to the office right after 8:30 and was seen before 9:00. The doctor got me another strep test which again came back negative, then they pricked my finger and did a CBC to find out that my white cell count was normal so what I had wasn't viral. He said that means that it's bacterial and that the Augmenten should have knocked it out. His first instinct was to leave me on the antibiotic I was on to let it “work itself out” but I pressed the diarrhea button really hard and he decided to try something else. But only after sitting in his office for a half and hour trying to convince him that I really did want the new antibiotic please. I also asked him what I was supposed to do about the pain because the Advil he had me on was laughable. He asked me if I could handle taking codeine and I laughed at him. That’s like asking me if I can handle Pez. Yes.
So I leave the doctor after finally being satisfied that I’m being taken care of and I call my mom and Erik and my boss, keeping them informed and confirming that I am in fact still contagious but that I have a doctor’s note, (Crazy, right?! I haven’t gotten one of those since high school) so that I needed to stay home until Wednesday at least.
So I finally get home, a little after 2:00 and I go strait to the couch and take my new antibiotic and one Tylenol 3 and two Advil and I call my Chinese food guy and order some chicken and broccoli goodness. But I'm sure you can guess what happens next, yeah all of a sudden I'm waking up an hour later calling my Chinese guy and asking him to come back please. He does of course because he loves me and I tip him well and he tells me to get well and order again soon. Sweet man. I need to ask him his name one of these days. So I eat about 1/6 of my meal before passing out again to wake up and eat a little more, the broccoli scraping my sore throat in the most euphoric way. I call Erik to see if he's coming home early to pick up Laine before I take another Tylenol and pass out, again. By the time 2 am rolls around I am wide awake and feeling about half myself again. I got up took another Tylenol and showered, did a load of laundry and did the dishes that had been piling up since Thursday and by the time all that was done I was lucky I was so close to the bed because my drugs were kicking in full force, looking back on it now it wasn't wise to take it on an empty stomach, but I slept until close to 6:00 until Laine woke me up screaming for PAWPAW!!!!
I peeked my head in her room and she'd taken her diaper off and peed in the bed, was jumping up and down on the wet spot screaming "PAWPAW nanny PAWPAW nanny" and laughing manically. So I stripped her and her bed and she and I took a shower together. Something about Laine you may not know, she's a happy morning person, but she is NOT a morning person. She is all smiles but in a very zombie like way once she's out of her bed. So she stood for the whole ten minutes in the shower holding her cup about two inches away from the faucet, not catching any water, but looking into the cup very confused about every 30 seconds, looking like she was wondering why it wasn't filling up. I tried not to laugh at her but failed. I got her dressed and off to school and since I was up and awake already I figured I'd go to the DMV to get a new drivers license (cuz I lost mine the Monday before and Laine’s doctors office), so I got dressed and drove out to 45 and Dixie Farm to the JSC to pull out some cash, because the DMV doesn't take cards but the ATM outside was broken and the doors to the inside were locked for another hour, so I went through the drive through and tried to make a withdrawal for $35 dollars and was told no. They said they need a valid ID to do a withdrawal. I, of course, got pissy. I told the lady that I was on my way to the DMV to get a valid ID that's why I needed the cash and couldn't she see by the photo that I am who I am and that the date of the card shouldn't matter. And she said no, she needs and valid ID so then I ask her (tell her) to open the front door so I can use the ATM. She does after taking 7 minutes (!!!) to send me back my old ID through the tube, so I drive around the front and go inside and stick my card into the machine and pull HALF OF IT back out! It broke in half!
Yeah, that happened. So I needed cash to get a new ID but I needed an ID to get cash. How many times in a lifetime do you actually get put into a Catch 22 situation? So I called Erik and asked him if he'd left the house yet. Not only had he left the house, but he was past Dixie Farm and almost to 610 already, but he told me that as soon as he was able he was going to come home and get me some cash. So I went home and got high and ate a bowl of cereal and watched Regis and Kelly.
Erik got home around 1:00 about an hour after I'd taken another Tylenol. Ever been to the DMV stoned before? Those people are HIGHlarious! I had a pretty good experience at the DMV, not because I was high but because the people were genuinely nice and fast moving, I was in and out in 30 minutes. After the DMV I headed out to Dickinson to the JSC that's on 646 because I heard a rumor that they can give you a new debit card the same day you ask for it and sure enough they do, as long as your card isn't lost or stolen and the number is still good they can print out a new card right there. So now I have a new ID and a new debit card and it isn't even 3:00 yet.
Nap time, yay!!
Erik came home early again and picked Laine up for me but even though I was feeling way better he knew I was pushing my limit on my energy by being out so much during the day that he took care of everything for me again. He's the most amazing man in the whole world. The way that he's just stepped into my shoes with hardly any hiccups at all is amazing to me. I mean I don't consider my jobs around the house to be too hard but they are jobs and I always thought that the reason I did all of them is because he couldn't or didn't know how. But now that I know better…
So by Wednesday I was feeling healthy again for the first time in a week so I decided to go to work.
I’m glad I did because one more day of lying on my couch was going to drive me insane. I’m so glad my life is back to normal. I enjoyed the moments where I had the TV to myself and the quiet in the house, but that infection kicked my ass for sure and I’m glad I’m over it.
After work on Wednesday I picked up Laine and headed to Mom’s for a visit but Laine had a fever so I had to take her home. With a little ibuprofen and prayer she was back to a normal temp and good mood in no time. She still had no fever this morning but I’m still going to take her to the doctor on Friday just in case. Get her checked out, she shouldn’t bee getting fevers while she’s on antibiotics I don’t think, so tomorrow I’ll get that straitened out.
So that’s it. I was sick and now I’m not. I guess that’s all I really wanted to say.
