Doctors, babies, and Elvis ... All in one post!

51 days 'til Destin. 51 days. I think if I focus on, you know, happy things then I won't think so much about being sick. I went to an internist yesterday to see if he could fix me. He put me on Prednisone, plus a new decongestant and a couple of asthma maintenance drugs. He also gave me a pneumonia vaccine and took some baseline bloodwork.

About 20 minutes after I left, I got a voicemail from the nurse. "We have the results of one of your blood tests back, and I need you to call me right away." Yeah, that's not good. I called her back and she said that my white count was about double what it should be. Bad bad bad. So she called in a couple more days of steroids and reminded me to finish my antibiotic. I feel like crap. But I've got work to finish, so I'm dragging myself to work despite my better judgment.

Yeah, 51 days until my 10-day beach vacation. :-) Be jealous.

Ooh ooh! I'm planning a baby shower. This is new (scary) territory for me. I'm not much of a fan of going to showers, so finding myself planning one ... alone ... is kind of strange. It's for a former coworker who's having her baby in October, so it's going to be a Friday after-work thing in the back room of my favorite coffeehouse. You know, it's not so much that I'm worried about my planning ability, but I still feel the need to confirm every step with at least one other coworker: "Is this a stupid idea?"

I'm sure over the next couple of weeks, I'll be blogging about the shower -- e.g. Do my invitations suck? Look at it this way: You'll be vicariously planning a shower with me! Isn't that exciting?!

P.S. The Elvis vigil is tonight. Watch the GracelandCams online or listen to the vigil on SIRIUS.