You see, since the new year began, each of my family members have gotten sick. We've seen colds, sinus infections and croup make their rounds between family members, which reminds me of a post I wrote when I got a cold last year...
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My Sunday went along the lines of:
Mbfmmbgfzmmbfd.... Wonderful Husband lets me sleep in so I can dream I became a member of Congress and for some reason a lot of pancakes are involved.
Wake up.... Hey, I’m awake.
Go to church, come home.... Yay! I did things!
Eat lunch.... I’m on a roll!
All of a sudden.... Hmmmm....kinda sleepy.
Then.... Baby gets sleepy. Idea! Hold baby = work. But then I can sleep = sleep. Therefore work = sleep. I’m a GENIUS!
Then.... Baby and I wake up. Why am I awake? More important, where is my face?
Hmmm.... Breathing hurts. Walking hurts.... Owie.
Make supper.... I’m walking around like a short mucousy Ent.
After supper.... Weeeee........I’m magic!.........Illness has transplanted my brain to a whole new level of thought and time! I should blog! And fold laundry! AT THE SAME TIME!
Kids are in bed.... I try to fold laundry. It’s all crooked because I’m too dizzy to see straight. I decide to blog instead. For some reason, it’s really important to post something, even though my line of thought consists generally of “Husband - umbrella - cookie - help me - kitty cat - sparkly - leprechaun - i am writing now like a good writerrrrrrrr.....bmnkihf........ugcfxtd.”
Later.... I publish this gem, gulp down several Nyquil along with my usual sleeping pills, and head to bed. Promptly have disturbing lucid visions every time I close my eyes for the next three hours, before I actually fall asleep.
Monday.... Wake up to find I’m still alive. Weird.
More Monday.... The fog encircling my head still won’t lighten up. I am more mucous than woman.
Even More Monday.... Things happen. Probably. Because it’s now Tuesday.
Today.... Realize I don’t remember anything about Monday. The mucous ate my brain. Determine mucous = zombies. Or maybe zombies = mucous. Doesn’t matter, because according to this, I only have a 31% chance of surviving a zombie apocalypse anyways.
More Today.... Will head to a medic post-haste, if only because I’ve had a routine physical scheduled since October. Understand they can’t rescue me from this viral 5th layer of Hell, but at least I can complain to a professional.
Slightly More Today.... Published this post chronicling my experience with the common cold. Realize it might be poignant or interesting or something if I was actually living with something more serious, like cholera or ummm... bipolar depression. But no. I just have a cold.
Cough, hack, cough. The end.
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