3 Things

1) Leap Day

It came and went and I didn't get a chance to say anything. What a strange day! Leap day always proves to me that the METRIC SYSTEM WILL NEVER WORK! Sure you can make a nice "Base 10" system for measuring length and width, but what you can NEVER have a easy 10-scale measurement of time!

Leap day is the case in point! - There aren't 100 perfect days in a metric year. There aren't even 365 even days! We have that 1/4 day hanging around waiting to mess you up! In fact our calendar isn't even that great! The Mayan calendar was more accurate than our current calendar 4000 years ago!

Ok, so Leap Day is cool. Metrics will never work, quit feeling guilty that America won't convert.

2) Wellness update

I'm feeling fine, haven't heard anything new. The waiting may kill me.

3) "Moonbeam"

Had a few comments about my name selection. "Moonbeam" was going to be my name (according to my mother) if I had been born a girl. That's right, Moonbeam Laminack. That really tells you something about my upbringing. Two yuppies who used to be hippies. I think I still have the free spirit of a "Moonbeam" even if I have been forced to cut my hair because of the man.

Low in the grave I lay

Tuesday we had the Teddy Bear Tea party and I suspect one of our little princesses passed on their child germs to me. I started to sweat (not uncommon) and cough (actually uncommon). Thus began my tale of sickness.

I got home around 5 and hit the sack and slept in fevered way until 9pm. Then I got up shock myself, took two Advil and went back to sleep.

Wednesday morning, my condition had worsened. Now I was running a fever and had trouble taking deep breaths without fits of coughing. I began to medicate with Alkaseltzer and Nyquil.

I became a real Alkaseltzer connoisseur. Tablets disolved in water lost their zing. So I tried it with Sprite, Orange Juice (nasty), and Orange Gatorade (not bad).

Wednesday evening I went to CVS and bought foodstuffs, I only had pickle juice and tamales from last Christmas.

Thursday was the day for being either sweaty or shivering cold. And my dreams were nightmares were a laticwork would encompass and overtake anything that my brain thought of. If I thought of a person he would appear then get eaten by the strange mechanical framework. It sounds stange to read it now, but at the time it was terrifying. The machine was testing me, anything I loved it took from me.

I awoke and had to check my phone to determine it was friday. I had a bried period of lucidity, followed by a crash into teeth chattering coldness. Sometime on thursday I had gone to the doctor but don't remember driving. I took the perscription and drank it as regulalrly as I could. It was horrible. I allowed myself to swish and spit but not swallow.

Saturday, I woke and showered and convinced myself I should go buy Harry Potter. I make it back alive. I slept and read, slept and read. Sunday I woke and felt like a shadow of myself, but came to church. I've returned to the land of the living.

Upset Stomach

I don't know if its the hot wings from last night or if its what I've been thinking about but my stomach is upset. At times like this I wish I had a blog nobody knew about. Then I could safely vent to the world without people involved having to hear about it. I guess I'm just posting hoping for prayers, kind thoughts or words of encouragements. I can't share details this time but I feel I'm at a crossroads.

A quote by Yogi Berra seems apropos, "When you see a fork in the road, take it!"

Of course he also said, "If you don't know where you're going, you might wind up someplace else."

I've prayed and prayed the indecisive man's prayer, "God show me what to do." (Which I'm afraid translates, "God, make this decision for me.") God keeps coming back with "Trey make your own decisions." I wish it was more clear cut.

I guess I'll keep asking God. I need some tums.

Oh, and Maddox can say Sanjaya!