Nothing Much Going On

I'm tired today. Must be because it's Friday. Only had one moment where I was short of breath today, which isn't as bad as it was the other day when I had it three times in an hour (probably from lying on the floor.)

I am going to sleep in tomorrow. I'll do the important stuff I need to do, but resting is probably most important before I run myself down to nothing. I might even stay in bed until 8 or even 9!

Not much else going on. I'm eating popcorn and watching Sara Jane Adventures, yet another Doctor Who spinoff that I hadn't gotten around to watching yet. It's good thus far, although I want to hit the little genius kid with a TARDIS already.

(Later note: No wonder I wanted to hit him. He was Slitheen. From Raxicoricofallipitorius...I LOVE DOCTOR WHO.)

My sister's graduating this weekend. I won't be there. Her party is two weeks from now, and I'll be at that. Gives me time to recover from this week and maybe even be able to pretend that I'm mostly normal for once, especially in front of most of my family.

Grandma Koshak cornered me two weeks ago and found out that I was sick, mostly because I was rocking back and forth in agony and unable to get away. She asked all the probing questions and I had to give up an answer or look very much like I was lying. I told her I had arthritis and I didn't specify on the type but no doubt she's weaseled it out of someone by now. There were plenty of people who knew; I just hadn't told her.

Well, my secret's out now, and now Grandma's arm is bothering her. We are never going to hear the end of it. Never. Ever.

I don't know what I'm going to say to most of the family; I guess I have to settle it with Mom before the party. Establish a set of rules so that someone doesn't spill the whole story. I don't need their sympathetic sighs in my direction; I don't want them. This little illness is just going to make me the center of their attentions, which is certainly something I don't want. Not from them.

But I worry that Grandma Koshak has enough information to make this party hell for me. Look who's going to be hiding in the kitchen, trying to stay away from the questions.

This is going to be as bad as Thanksgiving. Only NOW I don't have my little buffer of lies to hold me up.

Beyond that, not much else going on, so I'll sign off.

Ta,
Bec