Sick and Tired

The auction planning is well underway and we are humming right along. If you haven’t heard from me yet to beg for a contribution it’s because I’m slowing dying from the common cold. Tristan brought it home from preschool and of course Mommy got it. You know you can’t get rid of a cold until you give it to someone else, so now that Jorma has it, I’m sure to be feeling better soon.

I suffered with congestion and cough for almost two weeks until I went to the Dr. and was given Zpack to stop the sinus infection I had acquired. The antibiotic doesn’t do anything for the upper respiratory infection that I’m also carrying because that’s viral in nature and just has to be waited out. Because nothing is simple I also was blessed with oral thrush from the antibiotic requiring a call to the Dr and a Rx. I don’t know if you’ve ever had oral thrush but if you’d like to see what it’s like, try drinking battery acid. My throat, mouth and esophagus feel like they are on fire which means, eating just does not work for me. While the thrush is probably more effective than stomach reduction surgery it’s not a good exercise program which is probably what I really need and would be undertaking if I was not needlessly suffering from this virus.

I’ve gotten more sleep over the past two weeks than I’ve probably gotten in the last two years which has been beneficial to everyone in keeping me on an even keel. During this time, I’m keeping myself from boredom while in quarantine by painting a mural in our foyer hallway and chasing the children. I’m tired and I’m tired of being sick and tired. I guess a Jagermeister binge may be in order, sure to be a good time on the empty stomach I’ve been carrying around.