3 February 2008
Yep, I’m sick. Sinus congestion that feels like someone spilled pepper in my head, and then blocked it in there with too many cotton swabs. Ouch. Body aches that make elastic my mortal enemy. Chills. Sweats. Then more chills. Coughing my lungs up. My travels for the day involved moving from the bed to my chair in the living room. And back again. I think I walked to the kitchen once or twice, and to the bathroom when necessary. Fortunately, that’s not a frequent need with the bug I have. Oh, and I did wander outside onto our back patio at one point, right around noon. The house felt cold to me, and the sunshine was so warm and inviting. I actually crawled up on top of our patio table and took a nap! My feline side taking over, I suppose. I’m sure it was a silly sight. Kyle was amused. It felt good, though, since I’d been feeling so chilled. I still haven’t been brave enough to get the thermometer out of hiding and see how sick I really am.
My photo is about as exciting as life got for me on Sunday. A box of tissues, a glass of fruit juice and a cup of hot tea, lovingly prepared by Kyle. One highlight of the day though . . . this photo is lit only by the television as we watched the New York Giants take the Super Bowl in a game they clearly deserved to win. Not a lot of happy New Englanders, I guess, but as a native New Yorker, I was pleased.
Today, Monday, as I write this, Kyle is at work of course. He was wonderful yesterday—he’s very good at taking care of me when I need it. And I did need it. Those who know me, know I eschew doctors and medicines and feel strongly that these things will run their course on their own. So, it’s very telling that I feel badly enough this morning, that I’ve already broken down and called the doctor’s office who can’t fit me in until Wednesday, unless I want to go to the walk-in clinic between 6 and 8 o’clock tonight. Grrr . . .
Right now, I kinda just want my mommy.
~MB
