Meerkat Apartment

So I've been sucked in.

Thick-shake-small-straw-gurgling-to-get-the-last-drop sucked in by Meerkat Manor. Dammit. And here I thought I was immune.

Flower, Zaphod, RocketDog, Maybelline, Axl, Mitch and the dreaded Zappa Gang. The show is better then a Latin Telenovela, people. For real, because I don't speak Spanish and neither does Sean Astin. WOOHOO! I've been really sick this week with bronchitis and a mild cold so I've been able to catch up on last season and start watching new episodes. This stuff is riveting.

If my hacking coughs resembled the barking of a meerkat- well that I couldn't help. If I suddenly sat up on the couch at the sound of my husband's car pulling in the drive and scanned the entryway horizon- coincidence. Nibbling at his eyebrow however....that was all me. *ahem*

Work was awful. This week was just too stressful to really communicate to anyone. It sucked and being sick didn't help. I couldn't have antibiotics because it's viral, not bacterial. Not that I'm an advocate of antibiotics unless they are completely necessary because I really don't like to eat yogurt everyday. *gag*

We were supposed to go see The Nightmare Before Christmas in 3-D today but I just couldn't keep my head up. My husband decided to go hang out upstate so I'm all by my lonesome. I'm cool with that but I forgot how quickly I get lonely, especially when I need some babying. So with gummi bears and remote in hand, I'm chilling on the couch and pretending I'm a Whiskers member. But I've got this low level hum going through my chest, which feels weird. Takes me a while to figure out it's a new anxiety signal. When did I get a new one?

I'm not going to call him and spoil his fun. But the last time he went upstate without me he was so desperate to get there he drove up on 2 spare tires because 2 of the regular tires on his car had been slashed. He ended up spending the last of our money to get high and it turns out while I kind of forgot, my subconscious was all too ready to remind me. I know he'll stay clean, and he won't be making any pit stops, and that our friends would never get him into any situation that would put him in temptation's way, but that niggling little fear is still there.

I decide to see if making little cooey chirpy sounds to myself makes me feel any better and I have to grin because if my husband caught me he'd probably start tickling me. His personality is back, he's laughing at me and with me now, and he's getting his drive to DO back. He worked yesterday and also went in to work this morning, to get back into the swing of things. I'm so fucking proud of him.

List of things making me anxious today (bark!):

1) Being alone and not feeling well. I know I'll be fine, but still, being held and snuggled with makes me feel so much better.

2) My husband being up in the big bad...with a full bank account.

3) Cigarettes. I'm down to my last one and I do NOT feel like getting dressed and driving out to get more.

4) Zaphod. Poor guy. Lost his mate of 4 years, his daughter took over the group and he's getting older. He just left the group to make it on his own, and I know how he feels (well, sort of)

I'm looking forward to next weekend already, and it's only Saturday. Where are my PILLS, ugh. I haven't had one in almost a week because I haven't really needed one. I've been on heavy duty prescription decongestant/expectorant and it knocked me on my butt. I was kind of too tired to be anxious.

*swallows juice* I'll be feeling much better in about 15 minutes, and now that I've gotten all this typed out, I'm going to go back to my burrow.