Thursday- sniffle, sniffle.....headache.....Excedrin
Friday- sniffle, sniffle.....migraine.....foggy head.....cough, cough.....Sudafed
Saturday- Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....NyQuil
Sunday- no voice.....cough, cough.....Theraflu
Monday- squeaky voice.....cough, cough
Tuesday- voice not quite right.....occasional cough, cough
I have a strange appreciation for being sick. It gives me an opportunity to relax that I otherwise wouldn't have given myself. There is no way I could have justified sleeping ALL DAY Saturday. And I love that sleep that comes while having a cold. Once you get past that Holy-crap-I-can't-breathe! part, the heavy-head-hits-the-pillow part can come. That absolutely exhausted (I'm-on-NyQuil) sleep is amazing.
I went to the grocery store in pajama pants. I could feel the shame of Clinton Kelly and Stacy London.
2 comments:
HA, I'm watching them right now shame someone for wearing "loungewear" everywhere she goes.
Joshua got a bad cold this weekend and then gave it to me, so I feel your pain about being sick. I hope you feel better soon, after you get all the guilt-free sleep you need :)
I couldn't agree with you more. Sometimes, I secretly hope my pseudo sore throat will develop into full blown illness so I can catch up on episodes of "The Hills." I mean...I didn't say that.
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