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My Life Thus Far
2009-06-02 07:57:05 (UTC)

Refused To Be Ignored

I ignored it yesterday. I could feel it coming, but I
tried to will it away. Today, it refused to be ignored...
I'm sick. I hate being sick! I can't think of a bigger
nuisance than fighting a pesky cold. My nose is
itchy/runny/stuffed. I've got a headache. I can barely
breath, my chest is so congested. I'm dizzy. Tired. Shaky.
Hot, then cold. Miserable. We can walk on the moon, but we
can't wipe out the common cold. It's just not right, I
tell you!

Despite feeling like crap, I tried to make the most of my
day. I did a little shopping this morning. Nothing
extravagant. Really, it was all about Keenan. I got a $5
off a $50 purchase coupon in the mail from Target, so I
figured today was just as good a day as any to use it. I
got him a highchair, a box of diapers and a box of 704
wipes (why 704? I like 705 better). Kiki got a pair of
sandals with Hello Kitty on them. She was so good in the
store and even though they caught her eye, she didn't pull
them off the rack. That takes a lot of constraint for a 4
year old.

I still went to the gym, because I'm stubborn (I just
didn't work out as hard). I felt slightly guilty about it.
The gym is probably where I got my cold and I don't think
it's fair to expose others to my germs, but I still wanted
to go. So, I just tried to be very careful. I'm not
sneezing or coughing, so I'm not projecting my germs
across the room. I made sure I did an extra-thorough job
wiping down everything I touched.

Life goes on even if mommy is sick. Today being Monday, I
had Girl Scouts carpool and grocery shopping. I got
through it, but by 7:30pm I thought I was going to pass
out. I think Annie could tell I wasn't feeling well (even
though I never tell them how I'm feeling, because I don't
think they need to worry about me). She actually picked up
the slack for me. She made her and Kiki dinner (ham
sandwiches) and helped Kiki get cleaned up and ready for
bed. My oldest is starting to grow up :)

This is really gross, but I'm going to write it anyway. A
couple hours ago, my chest was feeling very heavy. I don't
spontaneously cough, but I make myself cough to try and
clear up the chest congestion. Well, finally after many
attempts one of these coughs was productive and a HUGE
phlegm ball flew out of my throat into my hand (that's the
gross part). It was so impressive, I took a picture of it
and sent it to Snookums. He's squeamish and I love his
reactions :) He immediately texted me back a simple "thank
you". We've got a relationship that's hard to explain. I
love him so much... It's nice being able to talk to him so
much lately.

It's late. I need sleep. I should try doing that. Ciao.




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