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Under the influence

on January 5, 2008 - 9:35am

I'm not immune after all. I caught either what my fiance had or what's going around my office, and woke up feeling terrible. My throat and sinuses are bugging me, and I woke up with my back and stomach hurting. Some time in the steam room (also known as my shower; that thing gets so wonderfully hot with great water pressure) sorted me out, along with the first dose of cayenne pepper. My one concession to modern medicine (so far) has been some Dayquil.
I'm glad Josh isn't anywhere near the tri-state area now, and I also hope he has the sense to stay out of my dreams. I know we never thought anyone here would say that, but I still remember the last Josh dream I had when I was on all sorts of cold medicines. It was a nightmare: I read on MSN that while filming a movie with the Chianti Brothers (whoever they are), his head got cut off! I woke up in terror, practically shouted, "COLD MEDICINE DREAMS DON'T COUNT!", and obsessively checked the news all day. As we can see, nothing happened. Go on and say it - I have the weirdest dreams.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized something: Nowhere in the dream did it actually say that he died. So...was his head being surgically reattached (Lucy's treatment in Avenue Q), or did he just turn into a disembodied, singing head? (To see how I could've gotten an idea like this, consider the character of Orpheus in Neil Gaiman's Sandman.)
Okay, I'm rambling. I'm just going to take today to rest and try to recuperate by Monday. I warned my fiance that I'm not going to want to do anything tomorrow if I still feel this bad.

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Other Josh Dream

on January 3, 2008 - 7:01am

I had another one last night. And this isn't like the last one, where I was doing something else that didn't make sense and he just happened to be there. There was nothing else in the dream. Just the two of us in a small room with dark furniture. I'm standing in front of a mirror over a dresser, and he's wearing a light blue, cream, and white striped sweater. We kiss three times; then he picks me up like I don't weigh anything and carries me towards the bed.
That's when I woke up. Some part of me realized, "You're having another Josh Groban dream! Remember it!" I wish I could override it with the thought, "That's right, you're having a dream. And now that you realize this, you can stay in it and control what happens."
I also wish I could've stayed in the dream. It's freezing out, public transportation has gone to the dogs, and I'm living in fear of catching the flu that's started to go around my office. I have half a mind to keep a mask in my desk to wear while I'm at work. I risk looking like Michael Jackson, but I'll be less stressed, which is conducive to better health.

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New Year's Resolutions

on January 1, 2008 - 10:29am

- Eat healthier (i.e., more fruits and vegetables, less cheese-covered crap. And no, I canNOT justify eating fatty cheese because of calcium - that's what supplements are for!)
- Be more sensible with money
- Put more energy into either making the most of my current job or finding a more enjoyable one
- Enjoy the wedding plans and not be driven insane by them (same wording could apply to FILs)
- Become better at keeping in touch with people
- Exercise more - continue my long walks and start toning
- Cultivate and maintain a more polished and professional appearance
- Be more sensible with drinking - keep my maximum per day down to two, not be completely blinded by the health benefits of red wine
- Be more assertive and honest, while not crossing the line into mean

Happy new year, everyone!

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Josh Dream

on December 30, 2007 - 4:43pm

I got one. Most of the dream was some stupid thing about trying out for a volleyball team, but everyone in the dream and I wound up in this basement, doing exercises. Josh is standing against the wall with some other guys. He's wearing a green shirt, and starts singing "Angels We Have Heard on High." I drop the notebook I'm holding...and then wake up.

I need to train myself to stay asleep longer during my Josh dreams so that they'll last longer. The problem is that I feel too happy and wake myself up as a result.
I wish I knew what brought this on, because I'd do it again. Is it that I didn't drink yesterday? Was it one of my herbs - I didn't THINK they had anything to do with dreams. The only thing that makes sense is a picture on my nightstand from the Barnes and Noble signing. He's sitting behind the table and smiling at me. All you can see is the back of my head, but it looks thrown back in happiness. (That might be for the best. I can just imagine what my expression looks like, and my hair looks redder and shinier there than it's probably ever been.) Anyway, while I was reading and journalling, I'd keep glancing over at the picture and then realize I was staring at it.

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So far, so good

on December 29, 2007 - 4:58pm

It's been a quiet day today. My fiance and I were supposed to go to another family party today (I'm starting to overdose on extended family at this point), but he had a cold and didn't want to go anywhere.
I was afraid I was catching the cold - my throat was bugging me this morning. So I got out my alternative/herbal medicine books and found a way to stop it before it really starts (or so it claims). A cayenne pepper infusion is brewing right now. It burns going down (I think the theory is that it'll burn any illness out of you), but stirring in honey makes it more bearable. I figure it's okay since honey is part of other throat remedies.
If I didn't have to go to medical school, nothing would stop me from becoming an alternative practitioner. I've always been fascinated with herbal medicine. Not to mention I had a bad reaction to an unfamiliar antibiotic when I was 14. With my herbs, chances are I've drunk it in a blended tea, eaten it in a salad, or spiced meat with it and suffered no ill effects.
And so far this medicine - knock wood - seems to be working. I have one more dose of that infusion to take today, and I feel much better than I did when I woke up this morning.

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