This little piggy...

...Cried "whee whee wheeee..." all the way home.

Yes, today I'm going to indulge, just for a moment, in a pity party. I feel guilty even doing so, because I personally know so many others who are dealing with things much rougher than I, but still. Sometimes a girl just needs to vent, and since this is my blog, I'm giving myself permission.

So one week ago, I tripped over Stitch, our sweet black lab who just happens to be the same size and have the same temperament of a dopey horse. In attempting not to then fall and crush Annie, our little dog, I did what I'm sure looked like a really peculiar dance, and then smacked my foot full force into the counter, breaking a toe on my left foot. Coincidentally, this happened mere minutes after I posted the blog about Savannah's foot. I'm thinking that it was Divine retribution for calling my daughter a "Spaz" on the world-wide-web. :-) Unfortunately, the dumb thing really hurts. And I've signed up for the afore-mentioned walking/jogging class, which ought to make things interesting.

Then Saturday night I was attacked, completely unawares, by a miserable head cold. I did not think it was possible to have so much snot in one head, and I feel just a little like I've been run over by a Mack truck. The saddest part is that I've already had my one cold for the season, recovering from it just a few weeks before Christmas. I NEVER get more than one cold per season. I feel so betrayed...

Then today, my Meniere's decided to rear it's ugly head too. For the last couple of months I have been having one "small" vertigo attack every 7-10 days, but I can cope with the small ones. They're miserable while they're occurring, but generally afterwards I feel "mostly" fine. This morning, however, I woke up literally mid-spin to another small attack. After it passed, I got up and went about the business of getting ready for work. As I prepared to brave the cold and start my Tahoe for work, I got another, this one about 7 on the Richter-scale. It was a doozy of a dizzy spell (try saying that 3 times fast!). So, not only was I slightly late for work as I waited for the ride to come to a halt, but I was nauseated and off balance for the rest of the day too. Walking through the grocery store tonight was a treat. There's something about the closeness of the aisles and the height of the shelves that make me want to throw up...

Finally, there's the latest news at the University: The president announced at a faculty senate meeting on Monday that the Utah legislature, if they have their way, would like to cut roughly 19% of our budget ($30-million) for the upcoming year, which will mean cutting roughly 660 jobs or so within 6 months. That's worst-case scenario. Best case is that they will "only" cut 11% ($17-million), or a mere 300+ jobs. Tenured faculty are of course protected, unless they get rid of entire programs. I, sadly, am just a lowly staff member, so I'm easily expendable. At least that is what the clowns at the legislature probably think. Needless to say, conversations at the water cooler are not very inspiring.

Ugghh...

It's probably a good thing I'm not feeling well today. It gives me the perfect excuse to go crawl under the covers and pretend the world (or at least idiot congressmen) doesn't/don't exist.