The Couch - Welcome to the Psychedelic 70's

Just checked the medicine cabinet. All they have is aspirin and benedryl and prescriptions. Benedryl isn't going to help and last time I took aspirin I broke out in hives, so I don't think I want to try taking that.

Oh well...guess I am just going to have to deal with it.

Heh...just realized I never moved the laundry to the dryer. It is in there now.

2 more hours unless J calls and says she can't make it home by 4.

Please let the PCP be able to fit me in tomorrow. I don't want to go all day tomorrow feeling miserable if they can't get me in until Tuesday.

I never miss work unless it is just an hour here and there to go to T or pdoc. This will be the first time in 8 years I have been too sick to go to work. This sucks.

This makes me want to watch old episodes of "That 70s Show"

J just called and said she is running behind so she can't get home until 5. I am feeling sicker and sicker as the day goes on. I want to go home. I am such a whiner when I am sick.

Here is my pet rock. He is a boy. His name is Rocky. He has a very sweet disposition except he doesn't like baths.

This also makes me wish that I was alive in the 70s (but alas I wasn't born until 1983).

Just remembered I put T home office number in my phone the other day. So I just tried calling her to cancel tomorrow. Waiting for her to call back to reschedule.

2 hours till I can leave and rest. I am going to bed early tonight. Will set my alarm to wake up when the PCP's office opens so I can call first thing and hopefully get in that day. Then depending on the time of my appointment, I will either get dressed or go back to sleep.

Hopefully it's not something viral, as there is no med for that...you just have to wait it out. I want to feel better as soon as I can.

Wow, we were born in the same year.

Ha, an American friend of mine has told me that in the US, people never talk about their age in terms of which year they were born. He's clearly incorrect about that
(though I don't think there are any terms in English for "people who were born in [decade]"? You say things like "generation x" instead, right?)

And this is what a couch from the 1970s looks like to me... I was born in 1973.

Omg. Those stripes, that shape - im having flashbacks!

Eta: those look like Chatty Cathy dolls in the foreground of the green couch.

Eta: ce, you wouldnt want to see a naked rock! This isnt the outback, ya know

But where's the TV?

What I mean is, that's not a couch for viewers cos they don't all face the same way.

I miss the nostalgia...

He looks made out of felt.

The statistical term is "cohort".

Can you use that word in a sentence right now?

"I divided the population into cohorts by lustrum"

I know someone who still had a pet rock in the 90s

This thread makes me wish I could wash my hair(in the 70's I had hair), with "Gee Your Hair Smells Terrific" put on my earth shoes and bell bottoms, get in the Pinto, put Bachman Turner Overdrive in the 8-track and head out to the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Ill race you in my Gremlin!

you guys are way too funny....gremlins, pinto...come on, all the cool kids drove a Dodge Dart Swinger. lol
Back to playing with my click clacks...

Squirrel, I hope you just need rest and tylenol. If you can, pick up some ginger tea, or even fresh ginger and lemons and honey and make your own infusion by boiling them all for a few minutes. I hope you feel better in the morning, I know what it's like to have to work while you're sick. Yuck.

Ike...I used Farrah Shampoo.

"Farrah, love your shining hair...."
(I think that was late 70's though...)

I don't think the 70's happened in my world

Argh!!! J came home complained that I wasn't feeding K enough. Well I had nausea, the sight and smell of food made me gag. Especially if I had to cook something, so I made due with sandwiches and fruit since they do not have a strong smell. I told her I was sick and nauseous. Who can handle smelling food when they are nauseous?

Had she gotten someone to take over for me or come home earlier, K could have eaten hot cooked food.

Then after she gets home she says I look fine and that she and her husband needed to run to the store so I needed to stay until 6 as originally planned. Argh!! Usually she is fine, but today I am a little annoyed with her.

My throat feels like it is in fire when I tried to look at it in the mirror to see if it was red...I gagged and started coughing. My headache is pounding. I have a jacket on and I am still cold. I don't even want to look at food or it adds to my nausea. I want to go home, but now I am stuck here until 6.

Hopefully, I just need rest and will feel better in the morning and not need to go to the dr. Won't know until tomorrow though.

I am so frustrated right now.

We threw our click clack over a power line and tried to shoot it with a pellet gun.

I loved my click clack.

And we were driving around stuffing 5-6 people in a datsun 280z or my friend's monster buick.