I Feel Rather Rotten

It began when the female offspring and the grand baby spent the weekend in Charlotte.  Because, as any grandmother knows, when you have gone days without grand baby snuggles - you are not going to let the fact that he is all congested and sniffles keep you from loading up on hugs and kisses when you finally get the chance.

Or maybe my mother brought some germies back from Atlanta with her when she stopped by last week.

Or maybe I picked some up at the anniversary party we went to last weekend.

What ever the source is - I have a cold.

It is not fun.  My head hurts.  I can't stop sneezing.  My throat is sore.  I have that whole "only one nostril is going to be clear for breathing at any given time" thing.  And now, it keeps trying to move into my ears.  I haven't slept well for the past two nights, thanks to all this.

To sum up - I feel rather rotten.

And that's just about all there is to say on this Thursday.

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Tired of Coughing and 3am

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...

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Don't Let The Yellow Door Hit You On Your Way Out

Dear Pollen;

I could no longer hold my feelings inside.  I had to write to tell you that I deeply, truly, madly, endlessly despise you!  I, for one, have just about enough of your antics!  What makes you think you have the right to take over Spring and ruin it for so many of the rest of us?  I am sick and tired of your little games. 

I can't take any more of the way you make my eyes water and itch.  Completing the image with dark circles underneath that make me appear as if I have done a few rounds with a heavyweight boxer.  Not that I can see it for myself, thanks to the way they swell up.

The way you make my sinuses close up, and yet somehow you still manage to keep my nose drip, drip, dripping between the seemingly endless sneezing:  nice - really nice.  As if that isn't enough misery, you also cause the roof of my mouth to be itchy and irritated, along with a sore throat.  And you top the entire package off with some wheezy breathing. 

It's not even the way you treat me personally.  You have no respect for any of my belongings either.  You turn my car a funky color by leaving a coating of yellow on top of the original paint color.  Also spreading your yellow dust onto my windows, the front door, and all over my porch and driveway.  It's disgusting to have yellow finger tips every time I try to touch something.  Which means washing my hands before I accidentally touch my face and make the above mentioned attacks even worse! 

Oh sure, you think you are so great and special.  I'm sure the pharmaceutical companies are big fans of yours.  And the tissue manufacturers (who I probably single-handedly keep in business this time of year).  And yes, I know all about how you are responsible for the creation of delicious fruits and vegetables.  I don't want to hear it.  Come back and talk to me sometime in late June or July.  When I'm not a sneezing, wheezing, snotty mess.  Maybe I'll be willing to listen as I bite into a nice juicy peach or slice up a ripe tomato. 

Until then, I don't want anything to do with you.  Do me a favor - take your yellow mess and just leave!

Insincerely Yours...

10 Pounds

Ten pounds.  They say that's about how much the human head weighs, somewhere between eight to twelve pounds.  Today I am convinced mine weighs far more.  Fifteen, or twenty maybe? 

It's a result of the cold which has me in its grip today.

All the sinus pressure and pain making my poor little head feel twice as big as normal.  The pounding, which intensifies every time the coughing comes on.  The tiny explosions behind my eyes and cheekbones every time I sneeze.  Add to all this the scratchy throat and the general "hit by a truck feeling". 

It doesn't make for a happy me. 

So, if you will forgive me - I plan to cut this short.   Head back to the couch, take some of the NyQuil the Princess just picked up for me, watch some TV or read a little.  And maybe even get some sleep once the medication kicks in.

Happy Thursday y'all.