I am going to confess something to everyone who stops by.
I have been sick for the last two or three weeks.
It wasn’t something big like cancer or a chronic illness that is not going away anytime soon which is why I feel so wimpy. I am not going in for surgery or have dialysis or any major procedure.
It was a cold.
Nose running, coughing all of the time and feeling worn-out tired without doing anything worth feeling tired about. There was no fever or achiness, just tiredness and a cough and a drippy nose along with a clouding of the head. I read blogs about people who have beaten cancer or dealing with MS or fibromyalgia only to feel guilty. I should feel so lucky that it is only a cold.
I spent most of the Christmas season not being able to guzzle eggnog in the way I like to do because it would make the snot population grow. That is a crying shame, except I do not want to cry either. That gets the headache going.
By the way I am knocking back Ny-Quil, I should buy stock in the company. The next med I need to be on continuously is Tylenol to kill the sinus headache. All this bright sunlight on the snow is putting a small dagger right above my right eye despite my new Fossil sunglasses my mother gave me (love, love love these sunglasses).
All this sleeping and resting has allowed me to take naps with the kids, cuddle with the husband while he watches the Bears make an improbable run to the playoffs and enjoy my avocado walls in the bedroom. I am also thankful for figuring out having a flannel top sheet and cotton fitted sheet is the best way to be winter warm and not too hot.
I have looked at all of the magazines and catalogues by my bedside and started figuring out what items I need to rejuvenate the wardrobe I already have. I have tried reading the simplest of mystery books only to find I hate, hate, hate the Faith Fairchild series. My attempts at River-Horse by William Least Heat-Moon have been disastrous.
So if you will excuse me, it is about time to have another cup of tea and a little something sweet. Then I plan to find my way to the couch and sleep a little more.
Thank God the husband is willing to give the dog his afternoon run walk.
All things considered…it sounds like you’ve had an almost nice-ish time!
be well, keep resting, and hang in there!
blessings
jane
p.s. I am glad there was some Nyquil left out in the world–I thought my husband had gotten it all–he had a cold over Christmas, too…
🙂
I think having a cold when you are supposed to be having a wonderful time just sucks. I hope your husband feels better soon. I hope you guys have a different Nyquil than the licorice flavor. It is awful!
Being sick is a bitch. Sorry about your husband being a Bear fan. Take care.
Jeanne
I guess it is better than being a Vikings fan. Imagine having to put up with Farve’s antics every year. (Not sure if I am sorry if you turn out to be a Minnisota fan)
Get well soon.. Wish you have a very wonderful new year’s eve there.. Sure. God bless 🙂
Thanks for stopping by and wishing me well.
feel better soon!! I, too, woke just after Christmas with the scratchy throat/body ache/head pounding CRAP. Ugh! Fought it off and still went out with the hubbs to various things .. but one thing I learned is that when I feel like that, it’s a good reminder of how good I normally feel (and take for granted). My remedy? Tall glass of ice with 1/2 orange juice & 1/2 ginger ale. Soothes the throat. Take care now .. and … concurrence from me on top flannel/bottom fitted cotton. 🙂
Isn’t funny how a simple combination of sheets makes us feel all is right with the world? Plus I find flannel bottom sheets rip too easily.
yes! The flannel top is just cozy-right and the cool cotton on bottom is just cool enough …
pass it on
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m begining to get a little worried about my past judgment and the conduct that it triggered.