So I’ve been taking my allergy medication since Tuesday afternoon and let me tell you, by 2pm each day I’m so tired I can hardly see straight. I mean the space under my desk is looking really nice. I can’t tell you how tempted I am to crawl under there, curl up and just sleep. I keep telling myself it’s because I need to get used to the drugs. So my plan is to take them for the next two weeks, as suggested and then, if I still feel tired every day it will be another trip to the Dr. for better drugs or the dreaded allergy shots. This just sucks to have these allergies. I mean, I’m glad I know what I’m allergic too but sheesh all the work to control the dust and everything. I mean that’s just crazy. I keep my house clean but now I’ve got to keep it uber clean. It’s interesting too because I didn’t notice dust and things as much as I do now since seeing the Dr and knowing the cause. This morning I was getting ready for work and noticed a thin layer of dust on the tv screen and then thought, “Oh look, dust mite doo doo. There’s evidence that they came and ate my dead skin and pooped it on the tv.” Yeah, it’s gross but it’s the truth. Isn’t that a nice thought to think that not only is there dust there but dust mite doo doo. I found out that for every gram of dust there are over 100,000 dust mites in there. Ugh..

Well, it’s official, I have allergies. Yup, went back to the allergist yesterday. I was sort of freaked out a little because unlike last time where the tool they used to poke me as just a dull concave darning needle looking thing, this time they were needles. Don’t know if I’ve told you but… I DON’T LIKE NEEDLES. I think it stems from all the trips to Children’s orthopedic as a child, or just me being crazy. So yeah, she marked my arm 24 times and then stuck 24 different needles in my arm so the antigen was just under the skin. The nice thing was that I told here that I didn’t really like needles and she was really nice as I turned so I couldn’t see what she was doing and she talked to me and asked me questions. It was nice to have such a wonderful nurse. I sat there for about 12 minutes while we talked about things and watched the antigens do their thing. What’s cool is they give you a shot of straight histamine so they can compare your reactions to the control. Once the 12 minutes were over we checked out my arm and let me tell you, the cat and the dust mites were HUGE. They were bigger than the histamine hive and my arm itched like crazy.

So I am officially allergic to cats and dust mites. Of course one of the easy solutions would be to get rid of the cats but it’s not like I would get rid of my dog if Eric was allergic so with that in mind we have a few other things to do. It’s sort of like a phase 1 and a phase 2 thing. So phase 1 is to get the allergy protectant pillow case and mattress case. I’ll also need to vacuum twice a week and Eric will have to sweep that often as well. Oh and then dust weekly with a mask so I don’t get them on me. I have to wash our bedding in hot water every week along with the curtains. So we’re trying that and I’m doing some medications. If that doesn’t work then phase two is, buy a better vacuum (Dyson is the recommended) and then see. If that doesn’t work then it’s remove the carpet in the house as that’s where dust mites love to be and having Pergo or hard woods makes things easier to keep clean and reduces the dust mite population.

SO we’ll see, I’ve asked too if it’s just a seasonal thing and sadly, it’s not. Just sucks to be allergic to your house a bit.

I just got done reading Hollie’s blog about how Miles and the family is sick right now. I had to wonder, “Is it that time of year?”. Here Miles has pneumonia and their family is sick and me… I’m on the sick bandwagon too. It sucks. I hate it. I’ve been struggling for the last week and half with this “cootie”. I wake up in the morning feeling fine and ready for the day. I go to work and then after lunch, most of the time, I feel these waves of feeling light headed, sick to my stomach and overall ready to crawl under my desk, curl up in the fetal position and just sleep. But me being me, I’ve tried to just “work through it” and for much of the time, in about 30 minutes after the symptoms have come I feel fine again. It’s then that I have to ask myself, “am I really sick, or am I trying to convince myself I’m sick?”. So this last week I still went to work and felt yucky every day, so yuck that I haven’t been to the gym. Friday I figured I’d just stay home, take it easy and it would leave me. Well, I woke up Saturday and felt fine. We had Ethan over for the night and everything was fine. Didn’t feel yucky at all and figured the cootie was gone. Well, not so. Sunday night it came back with a vengeance and I felt like a MAC truck has run over me. I took some NyQuil and headed for bed. Woke up this morning and didn’t’ feel as bad but let’s just say I didn’t want to leave the house either and I was glad it was a holiday day for me.

So today I’ve dosed myself up on drugs, go NyQuil, drank lots of fluids and I’m going to try and make it back to work tomorrow. I’ve just got so many things to do that I can’t imagine being at home. I really wish I could snap my fingers and be over it all. I hate getting sick, not just because it’s yucky, but because I don’t feel like I can do much. Typically, when I’m sick I’ll take it easy for a while, maybe a day and then I start getting cagey and need to do something. It’s like I sit in bed, thinking about all the things I should/could be doing around the house. Take today for example. Eric and I have ordered a new bed and we wanted to get things in order for when the bed comes so we planned on moving our nice bed frame into the guest bedroom so that room, furniture wise would be done, and put that mattress and box spring on that frame, then move the metal frame from that room to ours. Then, when they come to deliver the new bed, they can take the metal frame from our room and the mattress from the guest room. (We’re moving our mattress/box spring to the guest room because they’re nicer). The original plan was that Eric and I would do it when he got back from class today. But as usual with me, I couldn’t wait, so I did it all while he was gone. I actually thought it would have been harder but it was pretty easy and wasn’t too heavy, more cumbersome than anything. Of course, when I was finished though, I felt like crap again. I hate that feeling of “Oh, I think I’m better and I can do something” then you do it and feel the wave of crappy/sickness again. I think that “not super sick, but not 100% well” feeling is worse than the full blown sickness feeling.

SO tomorrow we’ll see. I’m going to go to work and work until I feel crappy then come home. With any luck, I’ll make it the whole day.

Well, things are clicking along for me at the moment. I’m feeling better every day on the Lexapro. I just don’t stress like I used to and I get terrific sleep. I’d almost forgot what it felt like to wake up rested. The bad thing is that I don’t have the stamina to stay up with Eric until midnight. I’m up to bed about 10 wish and usually out before 11. I don’t know if Eric has noticed a difference yet but I have. I don’t have a million things going off in my head at once. You know the perpetual list of things to do running in your head. I don’t have that much any more. I don’t repeat the list a million times either. It’s like I’m OK with just being. I’m not coming home and running around cleaning, putting things away and then maybe sitting for a few minutes. I’m actually just sitting, hanging out and reading. It’s nice. Weeeeee….

I can’t believe it’s been almost two weeks that we’ve been in the new house. I love it. Everyday I love it more. It’s so cute and nice. I love that we painted before we moved in. We still have touch up to do but haven’t done it yet. If that’s any indication of things I’m sure we’d have the taupe walls if we hadn’t have painted. I’ve still got a few rooms to paint and jazz up a bit but I’ll wait until Eric is in Vegas in March. I’ll probably be up to it then. Speaking of painting last night Eric did the funniest thing… or said the funniest thing. We were getting ready for bed. Some how we got to talking about the ceiling and the painting. Eric said that one side of the inset bugged him because it wasn’t done right. I wasn’t going to say anything about the spots along one side of the ceiling where it had been taped too high and now some of the white curved onto the ceiling so the blue wasn’t straight and sharp. SO we started laughing because we were talking about the same spots. I guess it’s bugged Eric every night since we moved in. Every time he lays in bed he looks up at it, and I thought it was just me.

We’re almost done unpacking everything. I’ve just got about 4 boxes in the office to unload and some straightening to do. I bet if I got to it I could knock it out in a few hours but I don’t feel like it. I’ll probably do it when Eric and Ross work on the garage door opener. That should be interesting since neither of them have a clue what they’re doing. Oh well, it will be a learning experience for them both.

Oh, work… my new job is going well. It’s just different. Before I would get about 20-30 emails from the night before when I would log on the next morning. Now I’m luck if I get that many emails in a day. It’s like either feast of famine. I’ll take the famine though. It’s just weird. I’m working a lot on web design stuff and I’ll be learning a lot of things at the same time. By the end of this year I should be pretty good.

I was looking at my journal today and realized its been a while. Waiting for Internet access at home makes it tough to find time to post to my journal. Oh well, Wednesday we’re supposed to get it. I guess we’ll see.

So things have been going well. Eric and I got more things taken care of this weekend. The laundry in the hall is gone, all clean and the office is 1/2 put away. All we have left is to finish the office, fix the guest room and unload the storage unit. Not a lot to do. It’s nice to have a house. I love it. I can’t believe I haven’t done it sooner, Ok I can…

Last night we finally went and saw the last of the three Lord of the Rings movie. Eric really liked it. I thought it was a good movie but I wasn’t stoked about it, but then it was Eric movie, not mine. I still can’t believe that in the almost 2 years we’ve been together we still haven’t gone to a movie of my choice. I guess I’ll just start going with my friends. A friend of mine from work and I were talking about this very thing this morning. I think we’ll go see Mona Lisa Smile since our SOs won’t take us.

I’ve been taking the Lexapro for almost a week now and I feel great. I don’t think I’m so edgy and easily irritated (except when people talk during a movie). I guess we’ll see how things go. The Dr. said it should take about 10 days to build up in your system and I’ve been taking it for 5 so I’m half way there. One thing I’ve noticed is that I get better sleep. I actually sleep most, if not through the whole night. Before I’d be tossing and turning and lucky if I got 5 -6 hours. SO at least I’m getting that. It’s nice to wake up and feel refreshed.

OK, I’ve got to get to work. no more procrastination.