You may or may not have noticed my sparse appearance in the blogiverse this week. My MIA status can be blamed on a horrible, terrible, not good head cold. I have been expecting to get sick, with how thin I have stretched myself, and I suppose it turned out to be a self fulfilling prophecy.
Things I hate about being sick:
The feeling that your head will explode at any given moment.
Red, puffy, swollen eyes that won't stop crying.
Red, irritated nose that would give Rudolf a run for his money.
Sneezing, with a seismic rating of 8.0 on the Richter scale. Can we say the big one?
The feverish chills and sweating episodes.
Ears that are plugged and feel like you are underwater.
The waterfall of yucky stuff coming from your sinuses, requiring the use of 10 boxes of Kleenex and 6 rolls of TP.
Children who insist that life go on as normal such as meals and transportation.
Yesterday, my husband was home and I went to bed at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, after taking all the cold medicine I could find. I had a fitful 5 hour nap, was up for a few hours, and then spent the rest of the night tossing and turning.
Surely it can't go on for that long. I have been drinking about 3 or 4 emergencies a day. That's probably enough vitamin C to kill the wost of any virus. We will see. In the mean time I will just have to get used to feeling like me head is the size of a watermelon.