The holiday blues

Yesterday, I felt lousy...got up, tried to clear my head with my new generic nasal spray thanks to my economizing insurance carrier and ended up retching. Bob, of course, ever the teacher for 38 years was monitoring my vomiting attempts and reminded me that I really didn't have any signficant output despite my pitiful attempts. He encouraged me to buck up and go to work. Because I didn't want to disappoint him and Emma who is very worried about where the next Old Roy will be coming from, nor did I want to become a role model for my daughter who uses the frailest excuses to stay home just to watch her baby grow, I bundled up, fought the cold and actually had a good day at work.



Today was different though. I had the ugghs. I wanted to lie down all day and just pull the cover over me. No pain, no headache, just pitiful attempts to cough with my ribs sore from my retching. No major event at work, no crisis, no hurt feelings....just yucky me.



Bob, who has a minor in counseling, tried to flag a fellow counselor who was taking a walk around our street while waiting for his son to get out of school at HA. Unsuccessfully, thank God...but , after probing my deepest thoughts and (I suspect) having received the American Express bill, he decisively diagnosed that I had the holiday blues..which he felt could be best avoided by my not spending any more money for Chrstmas. We (meaning me), he resolved, need to limit our spending.



Hmmmmmm....I have resolved to not share any more blah stories with my sweetie pie. If I could just figure how to reroute the American Express bill, I think we'll both be happier.



To dah loo......