It's just before 3 as I am writing this tonight (this morning? Does it matter? 3am is 3am!) And I must warn you that due to exhaustion this might be a little incoherent at times. I also apologize for the potentially graphic nature which may render this unsuitable for some viewers.
I have been sick most of this week, and it's starting to wear on me. Especially at this late (early?) hour. And tonight might just be the straw that breaks the camels tired little back.
I would love to be blissfully snoozing the wee hours away like my sweetie here beside me. Unfortunately every time I start to drift off to dreamland, I get choked up on the copious amounts of drainage my sinuses are producing, sending me into a hard core coughing fit. I'm not playing here. When i say hard core, I am talking the kind of coughing fit that would make the consumption-ridden heroine in an old fashion tragedy proud. The kind which sends me scrambling about for my cup of water, or huddling in the bathroom to gag on the wad of nastiness stuck in the back of my throat.
At this point I think I have achieved about 15 minutes of uninterrupted sleep tonight. That while sitting upright propped up against pillows
In a few hours I am going to have to climb out of bed, shower, dress, put on a coat of war paint and go buy food supplies for my family. Right now I would gladly surrender my right arm for some Nyquil or a big dose if some Delsym. Both of which are sadly lacking in my medicine cabinet.
Wish me luck...