Sick – Toftie

“I wear the cheese, it does not wear me.”

kt — Wed, 29 Jun 2005 16:56:43 +0000

You know those single serving sized silver packets of Philadelphia Cream Cheese? I just had half a bagel and spread one of the packets on it. But then when I was done, I still wanted cream cheese, but I didn’t have a vehicle for it anymore.

I ate a second packet. On nothing. I squeezed it into my mouth.

I feel sick.

Katie and her Groundhog climb back in

kt — Thu, 05 Feb 2004 19:33:51 +0000

As some of you may have surmised, my birthday was Monday, Groundhog’s Day. On Sunday night, I had a great dinner at St. Cloud in Madrona with Scott, Tonja, Piet, and my sisters. Despite a few sisterly tiffs, it went fairly well and the waiter even sang Happy Birthday to me in a shockingly amazing voice. Thanks Aaron the waiter!

On Monday, my actual birthday, I was stuck in a new employee orientation all day in Tukwila. But my day was brightened by numerous text messages and voice mails wishing me a happy birthday. As well as a cute pic message from Johnny to my phone. Thank you everyone who remembered. I was amazed by the outpouring of kind thoughts and it made my day a little better. Unfortunately I had an exam and project due on Tuesday so after my work day I went into the office until 10:30pm and worked on my project.

Another thing, which seems to happen often on my birthday, is that I was sick. Still am a bit. I think I got my bad cold from Tonja because I didn’t give her much sympathy when she said she was sick and I even said, “I never get sick, let’s go hang out.” So there I was on my birthday feeling crappy and working all day. Then on Tuesday I took my exam and felt sicker, and then came Wednesday when, after popping some vitamins before training, I found myself in the bathroom hovering over the toilet with dry heaves. Needless to say, my teacher sent me home and, much like my brother the groundhog, I frowned at the shadow of my birthday and climbed back into bed.

The only thing that made it better (besides everyone’s birthday messages) was the fact that accompanying a great gift from my mom of a gift certificate for a cooking class, she also sent me my teddy bear, LizBear, who I had left in Oak Harbor. So there I was, curled up in bed with LizBear, and I was glad to have her back. 28 years together and sometimes I think she’s holding up better than I am.

Paranoia? Hypochondria?

kt — Thu, 24 Apr 2003 23:36:09 +0000

Seattle, Washington

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Well, I felt great on my trip. Had an amazing time. But then I got on the plane, slept the whole way home, mouth wide open, breathing in all the wonderful germs, and now I’m sick. Sick as a dog. Cold, sore throat, naseua, etc. Scott tried to convince me it was SARS. And I even looked to see if people from Toronto might have jumped on my Seattle flight from Chicago. Sure enough, they could have. Everyone with me on this one?

No, I’m just sick. Wanted to go into work, but we have a girl there who just finished up her chemotherapy and is extremely susceptible to germs, so I checked with the bossman and we decided I should stay away. First couple days are the most contagious anyway.

Well, I get little spurts of energy and then I crash. Here I go…..crash.