July 21st, 2008

sick cat

Just the Bare Minimums, Ma'am

ohhhhhh, guess who got massively sick on Friday?

I went dancing anyway, but only stayed until 11:30 or so - the nausea was more than I could stand (and that was after throwing up, ick), and I spent Saturday and Sunday mostly lying on the sofa, dozing intermittently (but still having to work on painting, because it has to be done).  It sucked, especially since a lot of arm pain came along with it, and I still feel substantially under the weather.

You'd think after a weekend of eating almost nothing and a 2.5lb weight loss, I wouldn't be feeling so fat.  But you'd be wrong.  I assume my brain is merely getting in on the festivities and taking great delight in reminding me that the vintage dress I wore Friday was really tight on me.  

(What it forgets is that the dress was always tight, except for the bad summer where my previous pain medication turned on me, and I went down to 124lbs, which is not healthy for me - even my mother said I looked too thin.  The dress fit perfectly that summer, but I was contantly nauseated, depressed, and couldn't eat.)

I failed to get a picture, but it is a gorgeous dress - a woman (tourist) stopped me on the street to tell me so.  That's me - contributing to the tourist experience for travellers to Baltimore's Little Italy.

(Good restaurants, mind you - if you like pasta.)

But, that's all I've got to tell you.  A weekend on the sofa doesn't make for scintillating tales of adventure.  So, here are a couple of pictures of house progress:

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me and my vulture


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