This was not the "Oprah's Favorite Things" show I always hoped to be on... but it seems to be my luck. I am still sick. How can something so beautiful and delicate as myself ;-) be reduced to a pile of snot and Kleenex? Nighttime medicine is amazing, but it makes it super hard to wake up in the morning. Daytime medicine makes me feel better but not good enough. I'm tired of my "n's" being replaced by some strange "d/b" combination, I'm tired of blowing my nose, I'm tired of coughing up surprises (they are not good surprises), and mostly I'm tired of not feeling up to exercising. I was on such a roll!
I also feel bad for Andy. Oh, you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Lucky you, you get a girl who hacks in her sleep, wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, and asks repeatedly if you think she has a fever. Lucky man! I hope this goes away soon...
Nothing is planned for tonight. Probably a date with the Kleenex box on the couch. Tomorrow morning I'm back to job number two for the first time in a long time. I really don't want to go back but I desperately need the money since job number one laid us off for a week. Hopefully I'll be feeling better tomorrow!
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