Well, it's better than the alternative.

I think thirty would be better if I was well.

I was okay most of the morning, when I had to sit through a video for inservice. And I was mostly okay when 10 of my co-teachers went out to lunch with me to celebrate. I was especially okay when one of them suprised me by ordering a slice of strawberry cheesecake for me. I only felt guilty for about a nanosecond... and then for a few minutes more after I actually put it in my points calculator online after we got back to school, but by then I was so stinkin' tired, I didn't really care.

Finally, about 2:00, I gave up and called the doctors' office. The nice appointment lady didn't have anything with my doctor today, but finally consented to let me slide in and see the PA (who I really like anyway). She let me bring Jet to be seen at the same time, since he was the one who brought this crud home.

I left my 10-mile-long to-do Post-It dangling from the monitor and took off, promising myself I'd either go back to work tonight, even though it IS my birthday, or come in early tomorrow. Because, HELLO, the KIDS COME TOMORROW. FOR SCHOOL. And I think they are expecting a PREPARED TEACHER. Or, at the very least, the tuition-paying parents would probably appreciate it. And I think I'm a work-aholic. I prefer to call it a "very strong work ethic."

(Lemme just tell you now that I'm already contemplating putting on my PJ's. It's 7:30 p.m.)

Of course, Jet is mostly fine, so she had some samples of decongestants for him. Me?? Ohhhh, no. I don't get off so easy. Sinus infection. Yaay.

So, thirty dollars in office visit copays and EIGHTY dollars in prescription copays later, here I sit, having not had an appetite but drinking some chicken broth (zero points!) to hopefully stave off antibiotic-induced nausea. I think I'll see if Knight will just let me cruise on to bed and drift into dreamland while he takes care of Jet.

I'm SUCH a party girl. See what getting old has done to me?

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So. I am THIRTY today.

So far, it's not at all painful, except for the raging cold I can't seem to shake. It is, however, not yet 6:00 a.m., so we'll see how the day goes...

Both Beezneez and Knight harassed me last night about it being my last day in my twenties... I just don't get no respect around here. :)

My parents took the whole family (minus Jet) to a new Brazilian steakhouse in town on Sunday night. It was a-mazing. It was every bit as good, I think, as the old one (beware the music on that site) that we loved in Dallas. If you've never been to a place like that, you REALLY need to go. It's for the carnivore in all of us.

My birthday present to myself is sticking with Weight Watchers (which I managed to do even on Sunday night... granted, I used ALL of my points on one meal, but that's the idea -- to budget your intake). My goal is to be nicer to my body in my thirties than I was in my twenties. Heaven knows it needs it.

I think today will be a good day at work. I have several odds and ends to tie up and three sets of lesson plans to finish before the kids come tomorrow. It'll be a busy day, for sure, but hopefully a good one.

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