Cold Rain

I'm back in Nashville now. It was a much needed time away and didn't last quite as long as I would have hoped. There's just never enought time, it seems, to get done all the things you wish you complete.

Last night, soon after I got back, we all went to Walmart to do a bit of winter shopping. I bought my space heater and some food and toiletries (being that I left my soap and shampoo in North Carolina). My ailments have been declining at least to the extent that I was able to get a good night sleep last night. Morning, however, was still off balance. When I woke up I was met with the worst nose bleed of my life. I bled pretty hard for about 45 minutes. I'm hoping that I can restock all of the lost blood because I have a doctor's appointment today which will require a huge blood draw and then work right after that. I'm in the proactive bracket today though. I didn't quite make it to my frist class because of my shower of blood this morning, but during that time of recovery I drove Viking to work, sent in my ticket to request a court date, took my pants to the taylor to get them hemmed before work today, and I picked up my check from Belmont and put it in the bank. I'm finally on top after a good while of being under. The trick is staying on top. If I drop back at all in the next five weeks, I'll never recover.

I'm really hoping I don't pass out at work today because of lack of blood. I say that, but honestly half of me thinks it would be kinda fun. I mean I wouldn't get in trouble because my boss sorta guilt-tripped me into doing it, but maybe, for once, they'd put me in one of those nice hotel beds and let me take a nap... or maybe they'd call an ambulance and make me go to the hospital... I'd better tell them in advance that I don't want any ambulances if I should black out.

But being home and sleeping in real beds got me to thinkin. I should probably put my matress on the floor because, as of now, I sleep on a tilt. I think that could be the reason why I had so much back pain while I was home. I just have to figure out where I'll put the frame when I take it apart.

Oh... and I don't know if I mentioned it in the previous journal, but Grace will be having a baby boy. His name will be Josiah Samuel Thompson (I think I spelled that right). I've already decided that I'm going to be the edgy/fun uncle that buys him a pocket knife before he's old enough.

Arg... my nose is running. I need a tissue. I'd also like to give a shout-out to cell phones. Thanks to you, the library is no longer a quiet place in which to concentrate. Peace and love.