what a crazy week!!!

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I don’t know that I have ever been as busy as I was the last week of my life. Interestingly, I was also very happy. I love how those too things tend to go together. I’m still not functioning at 100%, but I’m feeling much better. I’d really like my voice back all the way, but at least I can talk now.

Here’s the abridged version of my week (and a little). My head receptionist went on indefinite leave on Wednesday. She’s the only other full-time support staff person where I work…which means that I now have to open and close and that I’m more short-staffed than I already was. It’s interesting as I’ve gotten older how I’ve grown up. Honestly, as an undergrad working at BYU I was kind of flakey at times, but now being flakey just isn’t an option and not just because I don’t have someone there to cover me, but because it just isn’t.

I digress. Anyway, I lost Anna and I was already down one part-time person and another part-time person is out of the country until next week…so, in the morning hours I am doing alone what four of us are usually doing. I have to say that I did a pretty good job, though (with a little overtime). The other thing that happened this week is that I started classes. Back to school I go…and I love it this time around (or so far). I’m taking a course in literature (replacing a really bad grade), accounting and a consulting class where we work on real problems with real corporations. I don’t know why I didn’t take accounting as an undergrad because I love it. I am my father’s daughter.

And I’m totally off my training schedule because I’ve been so sick, but today I was determined to get back on it…so I ran seven miles. I hate getting older. My body is not what it used to be. I hurt in places I didn’t used to know could hurt. Aging is not fun, and I’m only 29!!!

So, there’s the travel log of my week. Of course I have commentaries, but they will have to wait for another day. Oh, and the pics on here don’t go with the entry…they’re from Christmas…but I struggle to get pictures downloaded. And yes, I’m still angry that I spent so much money on a camera that I gave to the ex-fiance and I still have my ginormous digital that I purchased five years ago. Oh, the stupid things we do when we think we’re in love.

missing part of me…

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So, I went back to work today. Not that I was very useful. I have no voice (well, I can get some sounds out if I use all the energy I have…at the end of one sentence, I get lightheaded). And of course, the head receptionist was sick today, too (morning sickness…just one more reason to be okay being single). One of the counselors, Dawn, helped me out and answered phones. I wouldn’t have made it through the day without her.

It’s weird to have no voice, especially for someone as chatty as I am. Today was so hard. I wanted to talk. I wanted to help people. I just couldn’t. And getting lightheaded with every sentence…that’s no fun at all. Not that I have ever had the inclination to smoke, but today I really thought about how miserable it would be to not be able to talk, not be able to express myself verbally. I mean, I would still be able to write, but I love my voice. It’s only been four or five days, but I miss talking on the phone. I miss singing. I miss laughing. I miss my voice. I love my voice. That along with my eyes and my legs; my three favorite things about myself. (Okay, I like my smile, too.)

I know this is just temporary, but have you ever thought about what your life would be like if you could talk? Would you start to forget the sound of your voice? When I think something to myself, it’s always in my voice, but would my “inner voice” start to change? A person‘s voice is so much a part of who they are.

This guy, who shall remain nameless, once told me that I had a skinny voice…which led to a conversation that I don’t feel the need to repeat. What does that mean? A skinny voice? Is there such a thing as a fat voice? Anyway, my point, I would miss my voice.

So, for me, take the opportunity today (or tomorrow) and sing out loud, call someone and tell them you love them and just listen to your words, hear how they sound. Enjoy the sound of your own laughter. And if you are reading this, and you can’t, I’m sorry, but I bet you have some pretty amazing facial expressions.

boredom…

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Evidently, when I claimed that I wasn’t easily bored, someone thought it would be funny to test me…I still stick to my story, but no one should be stuck inside for two days in a row. If you want to really understand how bored I am, I have three words for you…Lifetime Original Movie.

Oh, it’s back on. I gotta go. (Yes, it’s sad and pathetic, but so am I right now–make it go away!)

It’s official…I am bored.

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So, I’m posting for the third time today. There’s only so much reading, t.v. watching and sleeping I can handle in one day. But I have discovered a new, fun thing about my “pseudo” living at home situation, my dad. He knows that I’m sick, but I’ve been holed up in my little apartment all day, partly because I haven’t felt good enough to move and partly because his wife’s daughter and her three kids are in town and have taken over the house and that’s not fun, even when I feel great. Anyway, about an hour he called me on my cell phone (from the house) to see if I needed anything, some soup or something to eat. I asked if there was any orange juice left (I had to repeat it about three times for him to understand me through the wheezing and coughing). He told me there was a little. I asked if Sharon (his wife) was home. He told me that she wasn’t. So, I said I’d come down and get the juice.

These are my favorite moments with my dad. Our little ‘impromptu’ conversations. He’s pretty funny. I’ll leave out the details of the conversation because, should Sharon ever happen to find my blog online, I wouldn’t want to incriminate my dad in anyway. But it was funny. As we were talking, he asked me if I wanted an orange. I said ‘no’. But then he peeled it and sliced it and it looked so good, so I asked for a bite. Then I asked if I could have it. He just smiled, said “sure” and proceeded to peel himself another orange. Dads are the best!

I’m soooo sick!!!

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My nose is raw. My head hurts. I have a fever. Someone make it go away…please. Pretty, pretty please. If I were a masochist and decided to put a picture of “Sick Chloe” here, you’d all understand…but I’m not, so you’ll just have to imagine.

Thank goodness for fabulous friends who go to Jamba Juice for me and suggest that I might want two, so that I have one for tomorrow. (Catherine, you’re a life saver!)