Colds, house, moving, Christmas...

So, a little while ago, I posted (complained) that I was getting sick. Well, I've been sick! I've had a terrible, awful, no good, very bad cold. I've had a runny nose, cough, and I've been losing my voice! Some moments were better than others, but for the most part, I couldn't really talk above a whisper for almost a week! Which two things wrong here... I'm a receptionist. My JOB is to answer the phone. 'Nough said there. And I LOVE to talk! I fail miserably at any sort of quiet contest game, so it was a terrible week! Not only did I feel terrible, but I couldn't talk, too! What kind of unjust world is this?!

But I'm feeling better now.

And now my world is falling more apart! Well, maybe falling is a bad choice of words. It's not falling... it's jumping all around me!

While I was sick (kind of out of the blue, it seemed), Hal was invited - is invited a good term for this? - to come to Houston for a job interview. (Which turned out to sound like a really good awesome job! It looks like it will be a totally sweet oportunity!) He didn't know if he'd even have a chance of getting the job, because he doesn't exactly have experience in the design field now... But they offered him the job! Sweet!

We looked around Houston a bit... or a lot. Went to the zoo, 'cause it's my favorite, and it was almost our anniversary. (We go to zoos all the time, including on our honeymoon!) And drove around and saw a lot of neighborhoods. And decided we couldn't actually live IN Houston. Maybe in one of the big surrounding communities, but not in the middle of the crazyness!

Anyways, we came home and proceded to live life, and then the job offer came in. And we had to do some quick changes! Obviously we'll be moving to Houston, but we have a house here in Wichita Falls, that we'll have to try to sell! It could probably use some work before we try to sell it. (You know, fix the wall in the kitchen where there used to be a cabinet - that we removed- and we never got around to fixing. Replace the bathtub that seems to be sinking, but it can't go far 'cause we're on a concrete slab... all that kind of stuff!) So, I did the most logical thing... in my brain anyways...

I called my brother David! He's always willing to come to my rescue! And he said he didn't have anything better to do for a few weeks, and packed his bags. I bought him a plane ticket, and he hopped on a plane. (I found a one-way one for relatively cheapish, too! I was excited!) He's here at my house doing a quick remodeling job on my bathroom... he removed the tub yesterday (wow! No problems getting it out!) and started on the floor - we've got awful tile stickers that aren't stuck well and are starting to peel up... Today he's planning on trying to wrestle in the new tub, but he may need help with that... we'll see how that goes! Maybe that will be a job for this evening, after Hal and I are home from work! Anyways, I'm very grateful and happy that my brother came to save us! He's great!

Anyways, hopefully our house won't give him ANY problems... that's the wish anyways! No problems! Extra hopefully this whole project won't take as long as we are afraid it will. The wish is that everything can be done before we leave to drive up for Christmas. Extra bonus! We'll have 3 drivers to drive up for Christmas! Wahoo!

And then on top of working on my house being remodeled, I also get to work on packing it all up -- again! To move. Again! And find a new place to live. Again! Uggh!

And last week when I went to the Dr. to follow up on how I was doing with my Topamax, my Dr. didn't like the looks of me... apparently losing 15 pounds in a month (drastic, yes, but it stopped when I hit 120...) was a bit much for her. And I was unable to carry on a decent converation. Which I had already noticed, thank you very much! My best description of how I've been feeling for the last month was that "I live in my own world. In my current world, it's all good! But when I try to come back to Earth and interact with other people, I get all confused." She didn't care much for that description, not that I blame her... but that's how I've been feeling!
So, she decided to take me off of the topamax, and up my dosage of prozac, to try to make me care about the world. Which might be good, might be bad, but either way at least we're trying something! And apparently, as much as I'd like my headaches to go away, the depression is an actual medical condition that is treatable. The headaches are just a nuisance.

But yet another Dr. has expressed concern over me possibly being bipolar. I'm not sure that that is a good thing! Unless they just look for that in everyone that is depressed...
I told David that my Dr. thinks I may be bipolar, and he said "it's 'cause you're so moody!" I'm like "I'm not sure that she's seen my moodyness!" But either way... bipolar or not, my world is the same today, so onward!

And I'm not done with Christmas presents yet! It's so difficult to pick presents! *Sigh* I'll get it done, though! Just wait and see!

My house will be all pretty and stuff, it'll all be packed up and ready to go to Houston, and I'll have all my Christmas done before Dec. 19th. ('Cause that's when I'm leaving for Idaho... it has to be done!) I can do it!!!