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The Last Couple of Days

November 21, 2011 By Michele Leave a Comment

So… Why did I sort of disappear? A migraine, yes. It was a sort of confluence of events that led that way.

First, the headache itself had been coming on for days. I’m very sensitive to weather pressure which I think is something to do with my ears and sinuses. Since we’d had rain “coming” for days, I was feeling it, and I knew I wouldn’t get relief from that until it actually did, indeed rain. Which it did all day yesterday.

Then Friday. Oy. Around 3pm, I was working, and I went to reach from my soda. I was paying attention to what I was reading on my screen, and my hand swept my soda across my laptop (pink, named Betsy). A full 12 ounce glass, and I spilled it ALL. I’ve owned a computer, as well as used company computers, for 20 years. Aside from feeling old, I have never ever ever spilled on my computer. Frantic paper toweling. Frantic drying and opening and tipping to actually POUR out the soda. After all that, my poor Betsy wouldn’t even turn on.

I work from home. All my work is on my computer. I wasn’t worried about my files – I use Carbonite, and my stuff is constantly backed up. But the physical computer itself… I need it to work. So I was faced with two problems. 1) Could I pay for a computer. 2) How soon could I get it, as I had to work Monday for sure. I actually still had work to do Friday, but could be put off. Since I’m taking off Thursday and Friday, I HAD to work Monday – Wednesday. I had enough money in my save for taxes account. Hate to use it, but frankly the computer is more important for the moment. Phew. OK, so can I access it right away? Call ING, since I leave that money in that account, since it’s a no-touch account. Yes, I can, here’s how. OK. Phew. So now… How do I get a computer fast.

My normal M.O. is to take time to figure out what it is I want, best price for it, search for additional coupons, and order online. That’s all well and good, but I can’t get it to me by Monday if I do that. Which means a Brick and Mortar store. ::shudder::

I don’t like people, crowds, or salespeople. So I made Poe come with me. We went to the nearest store Friday night. I made a decision. They didn’t have any in stock, but they could ship it for free! That didn’t help me solve the whole issue of being able to work on Monday. Oh, but look at this one – $200 more – not in stock… After the 4th not in stock, the salesman trying to jury-rig something together, Poe looked at me and said, “Let’s go home. We’ll try somewhere else tomorrow.”

I was terribly disappointed. By this time it was dark, and lights can trigger my headaches as well. We stopped for dinner, and then went home. On a whim, Poe tried to turn Betsy on. And she did. Sigh…

But I can’t trust her. I have no idea the extent of damage that might have been done and I need reliability. So, I went ahead and shopped online for what I want, and am waiting for shipment. So, I just need Betsy to last until then. Her sister will be named Daisy.

Friday night I went to bed, a little upset, and with the nagging headache I’d had for a week. At 4am, I awoke to a full-fledged migraine. I downed medicine and staggered back to bed. When Poe got home from work, I let him know what was going on so he could handle things. I ended up sleeping until 5pm. Sleeping isn’t quite the right word. Twilight sleep, I guess, getting up every three hours or so for more medicine. The only thing that helps is trying to stay unconscious, a cave-like atmosphere, and physical counter-pressure. In this case, as usual, it was my right temple. So I slept on my  right side with the pillow wrapped around my head. I got up around 5pm with the headache gone, and in the hangover phase, where I’m not quite there, and dealing with a fog. But since I slept ALL.DAY.LONG… That night I couldn’t get to sleep again until 4am. Which made the next day, Sunday, a difficult day to get anything done.

So… I’m grateful. Why? I found to money to replace my machine. I can work today, Monday. The migraine, and after effects, happened when I didn’t have to work. I’m grateful.

Limbo of Life

December 3, 2009 By Michele 2 Comments

We’re in this completely strange state of limbo.

Each day, I’m in limbo as I wait for jobs that come in through one of my clients.

My son is in limbo as we wait for his potential school tour.  His being home, without his brother, who’s at school, is weird.

We’re in limbo as we send the resumes and tend to Poe’s joblessness.

We’re in limbo as we have now lost our medical insurance.  We had Cobra, on the government subsidy.  The nine months allowed is up, and we cannot afford $777/mo on unemployment.  Thus, we wait with prayer and bated breath that no one needs emergency medical attention.

I feel like we’re in this bubble.  Floating along, never landing.  We just don’t know how far up we’ll be when the bubble bursts.

Tragic

May 11, 2009 By Michele 4 Comments

I am no photographer. I’m just not. However, I like documenting certain things in my life, for our family, and also for this journal. Hence, a digital camera is particularly useful. You know… Birthday cakes as well as that strange man running down the street in the leopard underwear.

Alas, at Joseph’s last baseball game, I managed to kick over my soda straight into my bag. Straight into a pocket in said bag. The said bag is made of something waterproof, and I therefore made a lake of soda in that one pocket. The one holding both my digital camera, as well as Poe’s cell phone.

The phone is dead as a doornail dead. His account was up for an upgrade, though, and we replaced it with a minor fee.

The camera, my friends, is also dead. I have no idea when I’ll have the funds to replace it, considering our current situation. And to add insult to injury, I’ve misplaced our Flip. I know it’s here somewhere. With movies from our beach trip. Somewhere safe. Where I couldn’t possibly forget it’s location.

We just had one birthday. I’m afraid to check the Pepsi-soaked memory card. And another birthday looming Friday and no way to commemorate it.

I’m annoyed. And it’s my own fault. I’m the one who kicked the soda.

So the other day…

December 2, 2008 By Michele 1 Comment

I know I fell off the radar.  I’m sorry.

I utterly and totally failed NaBloPoMo.  Again, my apologies.

Some of you have emailed me wondering A) Where the hell I am and B) Am I okay.  Thank you.  As soon as I can get mired out of the muck, you will receive a reply.  Preferably in this century.

And now…  A listing of various things heard around these parts, which may have accounted for the dissappearing act.

“Could you please buy me some more NyQuil on your way home?”

“This is Small Town Elementary, and this is not an emergency, but…”

“So, how many stitches?”

“We don’t have our new insurance yet.  You are not ALLOWED to break your knee.”

“Could you run and pickup this prescription?”

“So, what you’re telling me is, if I use the garbage disposal, the toilets back up?”

“Mooooooommmmm, Pebbles just barfed all over!”

“Mom, we have to go shopping, my backpack just broke.”

“Poe!  Are you hearing this?”  “What, the helicopter?”  “That’s NOT a helicopter – that’s our microwave!”

“I don’t feel like cooking this year.  You can just take care of Thanksgiving, right?”

I’m slowly coming back today, my first “normal” day in two weeks.  Be kind, please.

Toes are Useless

June 27, 2008 By Michele 2 Comments

I know I said I had a BlogHer disclaimer coming…  Instead I’m going to tell you about my morning.

‘Cause where else am I going to complain?

We’ve been having issues the last week with our water heater.  As in it deciding not to heat water whenever it wants to.  It’s a game now!  Ohhhh Hot Water!  Nope never mind.  Add showers, baths, dishes, and laundry – and the points that the heater is making in this game is just nuts!  So – Poe informed me this morning that there was no hot water, so I would need to shower at my parents house.

Ugh.

I love them, but somewhere along the line they turned into older folks, and they have lots of stuff.  Everywhere.  In the shower, out of the shower, on every surface.  Anyway – I’m in the shower shampooing my hair, soapy and all that, and I bumped into something and it flew off the wall and onto the 4th toe of my left foot.  My parents were still sleeping and so I did a very soapy silent scream.

And that’s how I came to have a very bruised swollen bloody toe, and $450 poorer for a freakin’ water heater today.

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