janetlin | Health and the Car, revisited

Health is better:

Thank You! to all my well-wishers (and especially

starfirenz for the energy boosts); I am feeling much better. I went to work today, only had to take Tylenol once in the morning and no headache all day long, even after it had worn off. I felt brave and so ate some potato salad for lunch, though my stomach went "Argh" in a way I wasn't sure at the time was more "Eep! Solid food for the first time in two days!" or "Blagh, I'm still sick!" Turns out it was more the former, as it decided at about eight this evening that it _does_, in fact, like the idea of solid food, and started rumbling at me in ways I have not felt since my second trimester. Had a meal bar and a bowl of cottage cheese and pineapple for dinner and it's quieted down nicely.

The only achy-icky thing left is a sore throat from the coughing, for which I foresaw and heeded Tanja's advice for "honey, honey and more honey" in my chamomile tea. Twist my arm, seriously.

Car is worse:

I found out the hard way today that my car does not have an indicator light for when my gas tank is nearing empty. I noticed that the needle on the gage, though, was drooping low as I was on my way to work, so I pull into a station and think I'm being a good kid by filling up before the light comes on (my dad tried to impart the wisdom of "refill at 1/4 of a tank," but it didn't take). But I reach into my purse and can't find my wallet. Ahh, shite. I _very_ carefully drive Morgan to daycare and myself to work, because I can't afford the ticket for driving without my license.

Turns out it had been fumes that got me into the parking lot at work, because as I went to pull out of my parking space at the end of the day, my car just _stopped_. Rarg.

firey_fairy and I transfer Morgan's car seat to her car, and she drives me over to the daycare to pick her up, and also to a Kragen to buy a gas can, and then to a gas station to fill up said gas can (which I'd never done before, and so was a little awkward about). This is all on money borrowed from Linda, because I have no wallet. So we return to the office, I give Linda her change, we transfer Morgan _back_ to my car, and then Becca and I fiddle with the gas can until a nice man in the parking lot takes pity on us poor girls and shows us how it's done (though we _could_ have figured it out on our own; there were illustrated instructions and everything *wink*).

So I am now the proud owner of a two-gallon gas can, which is enough to get me from work to home, and from home to the Chevron a few blocks away (though I'm not sure how much farther), where I happily put $20 into my gas tank from the wallet I found - once I got home and enlisted

ktbee's help in searching the living room - to be still in my purse.

*sigh*