Is there a doctor in the house?
29 May 2008
Day seven here of being sick with something I obviously caught on my trip to Portland last week. Friday wasn't so bad ... little tickle in my throat and a bit of a cough but I thought that was because we've been cleaning the basement and garage at the store. All that dust!
Saturday ... I knew it was a bit beyond that but I stuck it out. Maybe allergies? Of course, I've never had allergies. By the time I slammed the doors shut at the store, I knew it was a lost cause. By 3:30 I was in bed with quilts pulled up to my chin.
Same thing Sunday. And Monday. And Tuesday. Wednesday. And now it's Thursday and I'm still in bed but this is the very last day I'm putting up with being sick!
Luckily, this all took place over the Memorial Day weekend so it hasn't interfered with much of my life. It is kind of nice to lay around and probably would be more enjoyable if I was able to stay awake for more than ten minutes at a time. I've been able to read every word of the Pioneer Press, the Wall Street Journal and today, the White Bear Press. Have done cover-to-cover of the Longeberger update ... love those patriotic baskets! I've seen Martha and Rachel in the afternoon and that new Twin Cities Live show on channel 5 ... the jury's still out on that one. {Hmmm ... so this is what I'm missing while I'm spending all those hours at the Cottage!} I've gone through two bottles of cough syrup, a pack of Breathe Rights and handfuls of Advil. Have graduated to Tylenol now. Oh, and a box of popsicles, without a lot of flavor. But they were cold.
I've decided that today is it ... tomorrow I'm going to be better or else. Kim at Special Effects is cutting my hair at 4:30 and even if I have to force Bob to drive me because I still don't feel well enough to get behind the wheel, my haircut is going to put me on the road to recovery!
But first I have to take another nap.