Wiccan Whirlpool

My cold is trying to kill me. I feel so rotten that when the pharmacy tech gave me the box of Sudafed I didn’t bother to read it and now I see it’s non-drowsy. It does actually contain pseudophedrine, but non-drowsy formulas and sertraline are an invigorating mix for me, and I need sleep!! I haven’t slept right in weeks and it’s starting to make me crazy—er. When I can’t breath out of my nose I can hardly sleep at all. Right now, even with the Sudafed (non-drowsy) I can barely breathe out of my nose. It’s 1:30 AM, and I wanted to be in la la land four hours ago. WAH WAH WAH!!

Grumble.

Thank the gods I am my own boss and I totally understand how it feels when you can’t function and should be in bed. If I ever manage to have my own “real life” storefront I’m going to have an amazingly generous sick policy. It’s good to know that my husband’s company has such a good illness/leave policy. They have great insurance, too. Of course, they’re a world-wide, multi-billion dollar successful and privately held corporation with a 20% yearly average growth. Hmm. Whaddya know.

You look forward to the headache.
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OR if you’re a slacker and you don’t get there this week:

http://www.witchvox.com/va/dt_va.html?a=uspa&c=words&id=11161

Unfortunately I missed some proofing errors toward the end.  I need to start having my dh help me out with that!  A good number of the comments so far have come from military Pagans, which I find interesting.  These men and women are probably over-exposed to the topic at the moment, and I would think that a military life would draw people with a strongly defined sense of right and wrong, which seems to be the case from the comments.

One person wrote apparently to inform me of why Satanists aren’t Pagan, because obviously that was the whole point of the essay, that I didn’t know this and was desperately pleading with the public to educate me .  Oh well.

I went to the hospital to sit with R this evening.  It was my first day trip in, and it was weird to sit with somebody in a well-lit room!  Her childhood friend was sitting with her, but was due to leave so she didn’t have to drive in the dark.  They met when the friend was 2, and had remained friends for 76 years.  R has no family in the US, she told me, but I think this friend certainly qualifies as family.

She was a strong woman, that’s for sure!  Three heart attacks since Friday, and she still was determined to keep breathing.  Until yesterday her friend said she was still talking…amazing.  When I arrived I was sure she would pass while I was there, but she held on.  For all I know she’s still going, and I’m glad to know that another volunteer was there when I left.

So I said to myself,  “Self, we need to exercise today.”  I thought maybe it was finally time to crack the seal on the Pilates DVD I  bought  2 1/2 years ago so I didn’t have to drag my kids to the gym with me.  10 minutes of Pilates kicked my butt!  This is “Pilates for Dummies,” literally, and I lasted 10 minutes.  I resent that Pilates, and I consider it a challenge!!

Getting a handle back on my eating habits is proving successful, however.  We’re well into day four with no cheating.  Fat and calorie intake is WAY down, and I’m working really hard to keep from boredom snacking.  And then there’s the water–so much water!  Last time I did this I was amazed at the clarity and smoothness of my skin, and I can’t wait to have that back.  Why of why did I ever let myself get out of these habit in the first place?