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December 22, 2005

Not Dead Yet

Cause if I was, I wouldn't be this tired.

Last Thursday I stayed at work until nearly 7:30 and then I went to my new apartment and unloaded the stuff in my car.

Friday morning I got up and loaded my car with junk from the old apartment and drove to the new place and unloaded it. It was cold outside and I wanted to warm up, so I stayed inside for about an hour or so and unpacked just about everything I could that wasn't waiting on furniture. I went and got another load from the old apartment and grabbed a burger at Wendy's. About 2:30, I laid down on the empty apartment floor to take a nap. I wasn't feeling good.

I have been sick since the week before Thanksgiving. I have had a cough that would send lungs flying across the room and all around feeling crappy. The alarm installer was supposed to be there at 3pm so I thought I would just get in a quick nap. The next thing I know its after 4pm.

I quickly call the alarm company to make sure I didn't sleep thru the installer knocking on the door. They said they would page him and give him my number. About another 45 minutes later he finally called. He said that he had called me at 2pm and left a voice mail that he was going to be late. I said, well you must have called my home phone and I haven't been there all day. It was then that I had to explain the concept of VOIP phones.

My home phone and my cell phone have the same area code, but interestingly enough, I do not live in that area code. He said he couldn't have been calling my home number because it was a 254 phone number. And he had been calling that number all day, even after being paged because he saw the 254 and realized that no one would have to out of town phone numbers so instead of dialing the number he was paged with, he kept hitting redial on his cell phone. Well, guess what! I do have two out of town phone numbers. One is my home phone that runs over VOIP and the other is my cell phone that I never changed the number when I moved to Dallas last January.

He said he was just fixing to return to the office and not come install my system since I wouldn't answer the phone, when he finally decided to call the other number and Voila! I answered. Imagine that.

He finally left my new place a little after 7pm. He had to install a new battery on the system and install a siren since there was never one installed when the original system was. Since his company didn't install the original system, he also had to break into my box to get to the panel to program everything. Fun! Then I went back to my apartment and packed and slept some more.

Saturday morning I woke up and loaded my car with all of my computer and electronics (except for my TV because I couldn't pick it up). About 10:00am, CricketYank showed up and we moved all the electronics to my new place. We decided to go get something to eat when Comcast called and said they would be there in 30 minutes. So instead of going to eat Middle Eastern food, we ended up at Wendy's right down the street and hurried back so that we wouldn't miss the cable/internet installers.

So about an hour and twenty minutes after the "30-minutes" phone call, I placed a call to Comcast to see where they were. Twenty minutes later, they called and said they would be there in 5 minutes. This time, the installer's actual cell phone number showed up on caller id. About another 20 minutes go by and then I call and say .. "did yall get lost?" .. to which they said yes.

After calling at 12:10 to tell us they would be there in 30 minutes, they finally showed up at 2:20. Then they couldn't figure out how to set up my cable since the leader lines in the box outside where 1) not labeled and 2) cracked. It took forever for them to get a signal. Then they decided they had to take all my old equipment that was working fine and replace it with new stuff, just because I had moved. This meant they had to get the new internet modem to work.. which took another hour. CricketYank left about an hour before the cable people did. He had spent the entire day telling me to go to CareNow and see a doctor. I guess my cough didn't sound good.

Sunday, I got up and had to drive my dumb-self over to my new apartment. There wasn't a bed over there yet, but all my stuff like toothbrushes and clothes were. I got ready for the day and stuck a migraine patch on my forehead while I waited for my parents to drive up from "TheArmpitOfHell." They got there and then we drove over to the old apartment and waited for my friends with the pickup and trailer to show up. Not long after they arrived, my other friend, MC, showed up.

We loaded all the remaining boxes and all the furniture into the back of the pickup, the trailer, MC's car, my parent's car, my VUE. After driving about 20 miles an hour we arrived at the new place and started unloading everything. Things are piled to the ceiling and haven't moved from where they landed.

I was feeling horrible and every time I coughed I got yelled at... Go To The Doctor! After unloading everything, my parents left to go back home and the 5 of us went to dinner. We ate hamburgers, soups, beers and hot apple cider at the StoneleighP. Then, I had the wonderful job of returning to my old ghetto apartment and clean. I had to turn in the keys the next day and although the place was completely filthy when I moved in, I wasn't going to leave it that way.

I got home about 11pm and went to bed after a good hour of wading thru the sea of corrugated until I actually FOUND my bed and uncovered it. I woke up at 7:57am and I had absolutely no voice at all. I somehow managed to get the lady at the doctor's office to hear me so that I could make an appointment. I emailed my boss and told him I would be in the next day and then I went to the doctor.

Two shots worth of antibiotics, one tetanus shot, and a prescription for another antibiotic, 1 tube full of blood, and a diagnosis of a lung infection (and the word pneumonia mentioned,) I walked out of the doctor's office. I drove to the school and dropped off my key to the HousingDirector and then I went to Panera Bread and bought a quart of soup. Then I went to CVS and waited for my prescription and did a little bit of grocery shopping right there in the pharmacy. (Maybe I belong in the ghetto?). I went home and went to bed.

That evening I woke up and went with CricketYank to go get a wireless adapter for my PC and eat dinner. He came back to my apartment and set up my computer for me. With the CPU and all being on the ground under my desk, and my bad knee (1 more week until surgery) I just couldn't crawl under there to set everything up. I stayed up until nearly 2am trying to unpack stuff after CY left.

Tuesday I went back to work and stayed in my little corner with the door shut as to not get anyone else sick. I stayed late and then went home and attempted to get some things unpacked until about 1:30am. Last night I left work early and attended my old next door neighbor's work Christmas dinner at Maggiano's. When I got home I was completely exhausted and passed out on the couch waiting for Emeril to come on.

The next thing I knew it was about midnight. I answered a couple of instant messages and went to bed. I hit the snooze button for a good 90 minutes this morning before I finally got up and got ready and came to work. I finished a contract and started working on another one before I realized I needed to get out of the building for lunch to try to wake up.

I went to the bank and then went to Steak n Shake for a Patty Melt, french fries and a Dark Chocolate Shake. The shake was probably not a good idea and I can already tell that I am going to regret it. I completely forgot about that thick dairy liquids and lung infections don't combine very well.

Well, I have tonight and tomorrow night to unpack my new place enough to find stuff to go home for Christmas. I am supposed to pick up the Honey Baked Ham and Honey Baked Turkey on my way to my parent's house on Saturday.

I have yet to buy even one gift for Christmas yet. Luckily my family and I have all decided not to do the gift thing this year. My parents are wanting to replace all the carpet in their house and I just moved into a new condo and am looking at buying a sleeper sofa sectional.

I'll be headed back to my sea of corrugated on Monday and will do what little Christmas shopping I am going to do that week. With being sick, moving and work I just have had a really hard time getting into the Christmas spirit. Can you tell?

By Monday, I also have to decide if I am well enough to go thru my knee surgery on the 29th or if I need to postpone it.

Anyway, there is my week in a nutshell. I hope that all of you have a very Merry Christmas and remember that it's not the presents under the tree but instead the baby in the manger that matters.

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