Less than happy

Oh well, it was supposed to be a good weekend. I wanted to get some stuff done and visit my grandmother who is still in hospital. I haven't seen her for two weeks now.

But it wasn't meant to be. My stomach started acting up, and now I'm still struggling to keep my food in. And tomorrow I can't skip work, that is unless I have absolutely no choice.

So I'm hoping that I'll recover quickly...

I'd like for my health to be a little more stable. I've been sick three times this year already - only missed a single day of work, mind you -, and there are another few problems, small ones each, but they seem to be accumulating enough that it is an annoyance, and they aren't going away as easily as they used to.

It's times like this when I notice that, age-wise, my mental self image doesn't fit my physical age any more. So far this is not a problem, as I can still pass off as one of the younger people, especially at work. But I need to work on myself to get over this, or it'll bite me.

On the positive side, despite feeling rather sick most weekend, I've managed to get everything done that was on my list. Somehow that doesn't please me as much as it usually does though.

On a squirrelly side note, Foamy! (Go see them all, the whole collection is hilarious)