...otherwise known as the common cold. And I've got it. The chills, sore throat, raspy voice, aches and all other ickiness that comes as a package deal. So I've been home two days now. Two days of sleeping, staring at the wall, croaking, and watching lots of TV. I'd read if my poor little eyes weren't red as rubies and irritated from the globs of Mentholatum under my nose and on my chest.
Even writing this little post has my eyes straining. I hate it. I never really get sick. I'm one of those people who doesn't throw up for years and avoids the doctor's office like the bubonic plague. (Mom I know you'll read this, call me and then remind me to go to the doctor if it escalates. I know :)
Literally, in the whole time I've been married, I have probably "lost my meal" once. And it was due to some nasty Philly Cheesesteak in Ogden, Utah. Scott on the other hand makes a hobby of it. He's gotten better the past couple of years. But the first few months we were married I was amazed at his on-command skills. It seemed to be his answer from any symptom from a headache to tummy ache. It used to drive me crazy.
This is all TMI (too much information) I'm sure. But, this is what you talk about apparently when you're drugged up on DayQuil, cough drops, Mucinex and way too many chocolate chip cookies.
Happy Cinco de Mayo! I celebrated with McDonald's.
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