11.09.2006
Just Shoot Me Now, Whydoncha
Oooooooooooooh
That was a moan of misery, in case you couldn't tell.
I'mmmmmmmmmmm siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.
I don't deal well with being sick. I am not the sick one.
You'd think that with a whole day to rest with my sick and cranky baby I'd be feeling better. But no. Nonononononononononono. No. As the day went on I got sicker and sicker. Coughing. Achy. My chest hurts. Julia went down for her afternoon nap and I (thinking she'd be asleep for a solid block of time) took a cought syrup with codein. Big mistake, but at least it didn't bite me in the ass too much. She woke up after only 1/2 hour (just as the codein kicked in) and I staggered into her room and brought her out with me to the couch. She napped with me on the couch for a period of time and then wiggled down and started playing. I think she may have played nicely by herself (without doing anything TOO dangerous) for about an hour before she crawled back over to me with her bottle and started hitting me in the face with it. Ok, Mama's up.
So, she's feeling better and I'm feeling worse. But I used up all my leave yesterday, so I'm sitting here at work like Typhoid Mary. My chest hurts when I breathe in deep, so I'm trying to keep my breathing shallow and regular. And that works, until I cough. Then I have deep coughing fits that leave me groaning and shaky. Everything aches. I've got that raw skin feeling that I get when I'm just about to spike a fever. My head aches. My neck aches. But I'm not fevered yet, so that's a good thing. I tend to go delirious when I have a fever that hits about 102 -- so let's just hope I don't go there...
And, on top of it all... the thermostat in my area doesn't work and so it's FREEZING in here. I have a metal space heater which I clumbsily hit with my bag and it fell over and smashed my big toe... and when I left for New York I forgot to empty the tea bags out of my teapot. And they were all moldy this morning, and even though I washed the teapot out... my tea still tastes like mold.
At least I can still breathe through my nose.
Tomorrow is Veteran's day, so I've got the day off, thank the good lord above. I'm just not sure how I'm going to get through this one...
I know. Whine, whine, whine. That's all I ever seem to do these days.
One last whine. I'm like, 20 THOUSAND words behind on my NaNo novel. WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO??? It's not looking good for my novelling aspirations, I can tell you that...
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Sounds like the flu! I hope you have a very restful three-day weekend, & that Kristin stays well, & that Julia keeps on the mend! Dratted November anyway!
yucky. I'm SO sorry. I'm glad you have tomorrow off to *try* to get better.
Being sick completely sucks. And blows. (Isn't it funny how words that convey nearly opposite actions actually have the SAME meaning when used in the vernacular? But I digress...)
I'm sorry to hear that you have a serious ICK, though I hope that Julia's on the mend.
Don't fret about NaNo - no reason to stress over something for which you are not getting paid (or are you? Are you getting paid?! Because I'd totally be all over that deal.) - there will be another November & really, your health is more important. Take it easy this weekend (if you can) - sending you lots of restful sleep (albeit, not on velvet sheets).