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Dec. 26th, 2013 08:29 pmI demand a Christmas Do-Over sometime this spring.
It's not the weather that makes me request this. I expect this area to be bitter cold this time of year, and the new snow flurries are pretty.
It's not that my gift offerings weren't well received. Even the Zombie Lawn Gnomes got a laugh and applause when they made their Under-The-Tree-and-Scheming action shots on Rocker's FB page.
It's not even that I got the booby-prize during the family Yankee Swap. Though...SERIOUSLY, MOM?! SERIOUSLY?! No one wants a leopard-print high-heel shoe styled wine stand. No one. Not even when it comes with a bottle of pink "Barefoot Bubbly."
No, what makes me demand this Do-Over is the kidney stone I discovered I was harboring about two hours before people arrived for family dinner.
The pain started suddenly, and continued to ebb and flow without completely subsiding for the next three hours. In tears I cleaned green beans and pealed potatoes. I didn't want to go to the hospital. I really didn't want to spend my Christmas sitting under the florescent lights of an emergency room. I really truly didn't want to have to deal with all the garbage that comes after. I just didn't.
And while I was dealing with that my cousin arrived with laryngitis.
Oh and did I fail to mention that Brother-In-Law only surfaced for dinner and presents before retreating back to his room to be flu-ridden.
Someone did go to the hospital yesterday, but it wasn't me. It was him. Six hours later, at four in the morning.
It's been a long, sleep-deprived holiday.
I'd originally planned to be back in Boston tonight, but...lethargy mixed with randomly timed pulsing cramp-like pains from my lower back have encouraged me to remain where I am for the time being, ie: unshowered and in my jammies while on a couch near a woodburning stove.
The current plan is to head back homewards tomorrow around lunch time, make a quick jaunt to my office to finish up a few things, and then do some more couch sitting in my own living room.
Let's see how well that plan pans out, shall we?
It's not the weather that makes me request this. I expect this area to be bitter cold this time of year, and the new snow flurries are pretty.
It's not that my gift offerings weren't well received. Even the Zombie Lawn Gnomes got a laugh and applause when they made their Under-The-Tree-and-Scheming action shots on Rocker's FB page.
It's not even that I got the booby-prize during the family Yankee Swap. Though...SERIOUSLY, MOM?! SERIOUSLY?! No one wants a leopard-print high-heel shoe styled wine stand. No one. Not even when it comes with a bottle of pink "Barefoot Bubbly."
No, what makes me demand this Do-Over is the kidney stone I discovered I was harboring about two hours before people arrived for family dinner.
The pain started suddenly, and continued to ebb and flow without completely subsiding for the next three hours. In tears I cleaned green beans and pealed potatoes. I didn't want to go to the hospital. I really didn't want to spend my Christmas sitting under the florescent lights of an emergency room. I really truly didn't want to have to deal with all the garbage that comes after. I just didn't.
And while I was dealing with that my cousin arrived with laryngitis.
Oh and did I fail to mention that Brother-In-Law only surfaced for dinner and presents before retreating back to his room to be flu-ridden.
Someone did go to the hospital yesterday, but it wasn't me. It was him. Six hours later, at four in the morning.
It's been a long, sleep-deprived holiday.
I'd originally planned to be back in Boston tonight, but...lethargy mixed with randomly timed pulsing cramp-like pains from my lower back have encouraged me to remain where I am for the time being, ie: unshowered and in my jammies while on a couch near a woodburning stove.
The current plan is to head back homewards tomorrow around lunch time, make a quick jaunt to my office to finish up a few things, and then do some more couch sitting in my own living room.
Let's see how well that plan pans out, shall we?
