mellicious | Urghh

Well, I don't have bronchitis. But it wasn't a wasted trip, because I actually saw my very own doctor, and she said if I get worse, and you know, start coughing up green stuff or something, she will call me in antibiotics without me having to come in again, which is nice to know. I sure do feel like crap, though. (And I sure do hope I don't have to take her up on that offer - because, you know, green stuff. Ick.)

I didn't have to go up to Houston, because my mother is still in the hospital. And actually I won't have to go into Houston proper at all, because it turns out the hospital can release her without my signature. After all, they admitted her without it. It's the nursing home in Clear Lake that needs the signatures. Of course this means I still am going to have to leave work tomorrow at some point to go up there - assuming everybody can get their shit together and get her down there tomorrow - but I honestly have to say that I don't mind so much that I have to leave again, because I felt so horrible I was just happy to get to stay home today. I sure hope to hell I feel better tomorrow.

Christmas trends: I have already gotten two Christmas cards, and it's not even December. If this is a trend, I don't like it. (Admittedly, one of them comes from a friend with a seriously obsessive-compulsive husband, and I'm just about sure it's him who's responsible for mailing the cards out before Thanksgiving.)

Also, how the hell has the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show become a holiday event? Because the women in skimpy lingerie have on fur and glitter and sometimes angel wings? This is one of those things I really, really don't get.

(Proof of how bad I feel? It's 20 'til 10, and I just took an Ambien. I can pretty much count on one hand the number of times I've been to bed before 11 in the last 5 years.)