Second Round

I was so happy when I was over my sinus infection enough to go to the concert.

I noticed that my throat was a little sore as we were headed back to the car after the concert.

I have been smacked up the side of the head for the last few days with some I-don't-know-what, and Daughter has it, too. I won't go into details about the nasty symptoms, but it's respiratory and in the head, so you get the general drift.

All I've done is cough, sneeze, snort saline and blow. And sleep. Not at night. At night I'm up every dang hour on the hour. But during the day I can't stay upright.

Friend brought me a "home remedy" for the congestion and cough.

I now know why the Indians called it "fire water".

One teaspoon did me in. I just thought I was a staunch teetotaler. Whoo-wee!Never again. Apple Brandy, honey, and lemon juice. It smelled like fingernail polish remover. I should have known if it smelled like that I should take five paces back. But I am sick!! My judgement is off.

Husband laughed.

And another thing about this illness. I think I can get up and do something, and I start with good intentions. I really do.

But I can't seem to finish anythi

I Have To Admit It's Getting Better

For one hour this morning and a couple of hours this afternoon I was able to do more than: blow nose, whine, double sneeze, hold ribs, cough, whine, eat cough drops, take medication, spray my throat, and of course, whine some more.

I did lots of stuff: I put shirts on the rod when Daughter handed them to me and put some stuff in the drawers. I put bleach in my fountain and clicked the button so it would run all day, hopefully destroying all the little baby mosquitoes in the process that had been stewing for a week in the still water. I sat in a chair and scrubbed the toilet. I glued the spout back on the broken tea pot. I fed the cats. See? I was productive!

I actually felt some anticipation of our upcoming vacation, which I had been unable to do because I have been sick for a DANG WEEK. I haven't been this sick this long since I was fourteen and had the flu.

I pretty much missed Father's Day. I missed Vacation Bible School. I missed my massage, people!

If I am not 80% better by Wednesday, I'm going back to the doctor. Enough is enough.

But for now, I have to admit, it's getting better, a little better all the time....