Hi, it’s Christina –
Day three and I still
feel like something the cat dragged in after the dog had buried it. Man, I
could really use some of my Baba’s homemade chicken soup about now, but that
can’t happen for a variety of reasons. I pretty much slept all day yesterday,
so why didn’t it work? Lots of rest, lots of fluids for two days; I should be
feeling better already. UGH!
I hate this! I’ve got
stuff I should be doing! I need to get another chunk of edits to send to the
other author this weekend. My kitchen looks like a bomb blew up in it. My hubby’s
out of work shirts. I haven’t run the vacuum in days, so my Colby dust bunnies
have turned into dust gorillas, and if I don’t do it soon, they may just turn
into out and out tumbleweeds.
I don’t know how I’ll be
able to get any of it done feeling the way I do. Just sitting here typing this
short blog (yeah, no challenge today either), my eyes are watering so bad, the
front of my robe is getting damp. I don’t trust myself to walk downstairs to do
the laundry, because my balance is all wonky. Even the thought of the vacuum’s
noise is making me cringe. As for the kitchen… they can use paper plates and
red solo cups for tonight’s pizza and drinks. You’d think, knowing I feel like
bleck, Dani would have at least emptied the dishwashers for me…sigh.
I did go the Benadryl
route yesterday, and although it cleared up my nose a little, and knocked me
out enough to sleep in three hour chunks, I think I’m going to have to cave and
take real cold medicine today. Being unproductive for three days is driving me crazier
than this stupid cold.
Okay, I’m literally
drowning over here, so I’m going to log off. I hope y’all have a wonderful day,
and happy writing!
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