I have known it was coming for three nights. But last night it came to stay--cough, cough, sleeplessness, getting up for cough medicine, cough drops, hoping I would not go to sleep and choke on cough drop, all of those scenarios were in place. So today, I can expect to drink Theraflu, take Nyquil and stay on the couch all day and feel sorry for myself! I'm not sick enough to call the doctor; but sick enough to hate the idea of being sick.
My mother would have gone for the hot lemonade treatment and Vick's on the chest with a "washrag" approach. She was a wonderful nurse. Theraflu is a staple in my medicine cabinet. With all the weather changes, it's a wonder that we are not all sick. So what do I hope for today:
that there are a lot of "Murder She Wrote" segments on; if not, I have 22 shows taped. That I feel good enough this afternoon to work on my book since I am so far behind. That I can take a nap this morning on the couch and make up for some of the sleep I missed last night. That Layne will come and go get me some soup. That tomorrow will come fast!
My mind is a whirr this morning? When I feel bad, I think of all the things that I want to forget that are going on in my world. It's like an insanity jungle with creatures waiting to strike at my first defenseless couching. So I will try to sleep this morning and I hope it will be restful and easy.
I hate this feeling that my head is swollen!
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