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I Was Gonna Make Espresso!

Alas, it seems I can’t get through the week without missing at least one blog post. Yesterday I just couldn’t do it. I am not sure I can do it today, either, as I sit on my couch sipping chamomile tea and wondering if I shouldn’t call in to work. I am suffering stomach problems but do not wish to burden you or gross you out with details.

The sad thing, to me at least, is that I managed a half hour walk when I first got up. I used the Map My Run app on my phone (it isn’t just for running, it turns out) (and I still feel a little weird using a 21st century word like “app”) and shared the results on Facebook. Won’t that be a little assymetrical, going for an ambitious (for me) walk then missing work? Come on, chamomile tea! Be a miracle cure!

In the meantime, I am afraid this will have to do for my Thursday post, or rather my excuse for not making a Thursday post. Hey, it’s kind of a lame excuse, and here we are on Lame Post Friday! It! Could! Work!

Side Note: “It! Could! Work!” is from the glorious Mel Brooks movie, Young Frankenstein. If you have not seen it, do.

P.S. It Is also a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.

Late Theatre Throwback Post

So after skipping Tuesday entirely and making Wednesday’s post early Thursday (why didn’t I bill that as a Wuss-out Wednesday? Missed a bet), I took a Blogger’s Sick Day, and unfortunately I mean a literal sick day by not posting at all. It was also a half sick day at work, as I left after four hours and went home to bed. On previous Blogger’s Sick Days I have managed to post a small, whiny thing explaining why I was not making a post. I am becoming a very bad blogger.

It is now early Friday morning. I believe I am well enough to make it through the day at work. As I wait for the cable to re-boot (cable’s sick day?), I thought I would try a Throwback Thursday Post. I only hope my Media Library will not be as recalcitrant as it usually is.

“To be or not….” Oops, wrong play.

This was when LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company did The Tempest in 2017. I almost wept with happiness when I saw that summer Shakespeare is returning this year (preview of coming attractions).

Here are a few more Tempest characters. I guess I don’t have a whole lot more to say. But when LiFT gets going again, I hope for many good posts. Maybe I can have a new feature: Theatrical Thursday. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Is Anybody Still Tuned In?

OK, this is it: I have got to start blogging again. My problem is, all I really want to talk about is how crappy I feel. How tiresome is that! I do feel better than I felt when I first fell ill. However, I do not feel capable of doing anything useful or creative. I am rather in dread that this is my new normal.

One consolation: this is excellent as a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. I have never felt more like swooning in despair, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. Why, oh why, have I never provided myself with a chaise lounge? It is clearly a necessary piece of equipment.

Now I feel a little better, because I am laughing at myself and my own self-dramatization. It is not easy being me, but it is reasonably entertaining.

For the record, I did try to return to work last Thursday. I had been off since Monday of the previous week (that is, Jan. 31 to Feb. 9) (Yikes! That’s a long time!). I made it through four miseeable hours and went home. I did not try again on Friday. I hope to try again on Monday. Eventually I hope to feel better enough to do a few things worth blogging about. I hope I have readers left by then!

At Least I Was Writing Something

Yesterday was a Blogger’s Sick Day. I did not post, because I felt like crap. I almost did not post this morning, because I thought, “I don’t have anything to say. What is the point in yet another post where I offer a lame excuse about why I didn’t post yesterday.” Then I thought of something to say.

Long time readers know I write actual snail mail letters. At least, I don’t think I have mentioned that lately, but I do. This week, I have been working on a letter to my sister Diane, who also writes letters (in much prettier handwriting than mine, but never mind that now). I sat at the break table at work, before my shift started, writing. A co-worker walked by.

“You writing a novel?”

“Just a letter to my sister.”

“Nobody does that an more!”

“We do.”

The next day, it was my boss asking. He pointed out the existence of phone calls and Face Time.

I said, “Nobody wants to see this face for any length of time.”

He said I would be surprised at the faces that do it. It’s true. No face is so ugly that somebody, somewhere, isn’t happy to see it. I hope.

Next a co-worker asked me if I was writing a “journal of this place.” Certainly not! I guess this counts as a workplace anecdote, but this is not and has never been a work blog. That could get me in trouble with management.

A Sick Slacker Saturday?

This going to be a short post about why I am not making a longer one. I went for a long run this morning, thinking I might make a Saturday Running Commentary Post. However, I had plans for later, so a Scattered Saturday Post was also eligible. Then I took a short nap, because the run really took it out of me.

I woke up with one eyeball red and swollen. I did not think too much of it, because I have bad allergies. These things happen. Then I got to thinking: could this be pink eye? That would be bad. Pink eye is contagious.

I googled it, I asked Facebook friends, and I dithered. I thought I should err on the side of caution and neither visit my husband at the nursing home nor get together with friends later. One advantage I had: my insurance cards had just come in the mail, so I could go to Urgent Care if I so decided. At last I decided to stay home alone and await developments. I searched my house and found some benadryl.

As I sat on the couch, crocheting and watching Svengoolie, I periodically peered at the offending eye in a little mirror. Glory Hallelujah, the swelling went down and the red faded! It was allergies after all!

Now I am thinking that I have a hell of an ego. I just spent over 200 words detailing my silly eye problems. Not bad for a blogger’s sick day, actually. Or do I flatter myself?

Just Get to 200 Words

So much for a better blog post on Thursday. In my defense, I had a headache. I don’t know if it was a migraine or a sinus headache, but the decongestant I took in case it was the latter knocked me out. The headache is gone now, so at least I have that going for me.

However, I lost a whole evening of Getting Things Done. Truth be known, if I had not had the headache, I may well have spent the evening knitting and watching true crime television (both Dateline and 20/20 were on), and my blog post may have been a similar rambling to what I now offer. What’s a blogger to do?

I guess what I always do: try to get to 200 words, hit Publish, hope for the best, and drive on. Maybe throw in a picture for good measure.

He was awesome.

Hey! I was able to add a caption! Yay! Anyways, this is in the nature of a Preview of Coming Attractions. It is local musician Matt Grainger. I recently enjoyed hearing him at Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY and intend to make a full post about it.

In the meantime, I am just about at 200 words. Score!

And Why Wasn’t There a Thunderstorm?

I can’t make up my mind whether to have a Blogger’s Sick Day, a Blogger’s Sad Day, a Bloggers Stress Day, or a simple Non-Sequitur Thursday. I lean toward the latter. For one reason, I do not intend to talk about why I am sick, sad and stressed. Not trying to be mysterious; just don’t want to be tiresome. I do enough whining as it is.

Of course, this is a personal blog. I might be expected to talk about my personal problems. And sometimes I do. But not today.

Looks like aLooLoLooks oks k fun bunch.

OK, this is weird. I can’t seem to put a caption on this picture. It is strange, too, that it was in my Media Library and I do not remember using it in a blog post. Perhaps I should go back and check.

Nope, not in any post. It is me, two of my sisters and my mom at my sister’s house in Liverpool. A fun visit.

I really just threw in the photo to make the post more non-sequitur-ish. I think another pic would help.

What hump, indeed?

And once again I cannot add a caption. What the hell, WordPress? Oh, I suppose it is operator error as usual. No matter. I am over 200 words. The blog must go on!

Not Sick of Monsters

I don’t want to have two late posts in a week, now, do I? I was about to turn off my light and try to sleep when I thought, “Crap! I haven’t made my blog post!” I think I used that for a title once.

I am lounged on my bed with my Tablet. I left my stylus pen downstairs and am too lazy to go get it so am using my sore finger. I wonder if I could usefully use more than one finger. It seems not. I mention all this in case such things are of interest to anyone. You never know.

That was a digression. I had meant to do a Mid-Week Monsters Post.

He is scary, yes.

It’s my favorite, Nosferatu from 1922. I love that guy!

Is this the same scene?

Here is another shot. I’m afraid this is not turning out to be a very good post. In my defense, I have not been feeling well all day yet managed to put in a good day’s work. I’m afraid I am going to have to call this a Bloggers Sick Day, hit Publish, and get some sleep.

Oh Crap, I Forgot to Make a Blog Post!

I was sitting here feeling relieved, because I just emailed out this month’s submissions to Mohawk Valley Living magazine. Oh, was that an effort! I am plagued by sinus headaches or something (I am no hand at self-diagnosis). All I want to do is go to bed.

There’s a thought!

I saved this a while ago. Actually, I think what I want most is to pour myself into bed. I think I will institute a new feature: Misbegotten Monday. It is for when things are even worse than Wuss-Out Wednesday.

As a Rule, I Make a Blog Post

I was wondering whether to address the three days I missed recently, a rather unbecoming performance for one who aims to be a daily blogger. One school of thought goes, least said, soonest mended. This is, of course, a school of thought I rarely follow. When have I ever said the least? I always talk too much!

Additionally, I have several times proved that even when sick, I can usually manage a word or two. They are usually whiny words about how I cannot possibly make a blog post that day, but let us not dwell on such unflattering reflections. However, it seems to prove that I CHOOSE whether or not to post.

Therefore, it seems I cannot excuse my non blogging days by saying, “I couldn’t post, I was sick!” Apparently I could have posted. I CHOSE not to. I say, that is perfectly fine with me. I CHOSE not to post, because I felt ill and chose to take care of myself.

There is a school of thought that says we writers must write no matter what. If we take a day off due to ill health or whatever reason, we are not real writers.

Who makes up these rules? Who arbitrates that we must follow? I do not know. In any case, I am over 200 words. As regular readers know, I call that respectable. That is by my rules for me. I would be interested to hear comments about what others think about my (and other) rules, as well as what rules they follow for themselves.