I'm bummed.
There's a tropical storm coming in tonight that's supposed to hit full force right as I am scheduled to fly out tomorrow.
I broke down and colored my hair because I had crazy grey sideburns. It turned out exactly how I didn't want it. (I call it red but everyone else calls it blonde. Whatever it is, I don't like it.)
And the stupid Chikungunya has me hurting so much I wondered if I could make it three blocks home from the salon. I really thought I was getting better last week but yesterday and today have been awful. So I'm also beating myself up emotionally for allowing myself to believe I was better when really I shouldn't start to feel better for another month.
Plus my floor is dirty and my back hurts too much to mop it. I still have to finish packing, visit a friend, find out if the coffee I ordered as gifts is going to arrive in time or not, and go to the bank. All while I just want to lie in bed.
I'm having a big old pity party for myself today. I don't do this much, so I guess it's okay.
Yesterday Fany decided they had to spray insecticide on the plants. In the past she told me she never will to do that because it would kill my cat. But suddenly yesterday it was necessary and she denied the stories she had told me about dead dogs from the last time she sprayed. So they sprayed the garden last night. The funny thing is that Jetty normally runs in and out all evening. Last night she didn't meow at the door once. She must have known not to go outside? I let her out this morning, although Fany's husband said I only needed to wait five minutes. He also tried to tell me that the insecticide (or "venom" as they call it) is not toxic. Yeah, right. So far Jetty seems fine.
