Stupid stupid stupid cold germies flying around the air. I had a feeling I was catching something as I was sitting around in the ER for HOURS with my brother the other night. Around 4 o’clock yesterday I started to feel like someone had punched me in the throat. Last night was never ending- and I woke up every four hours as if the Theraflu had an alarm clock on it. Poor John had to wake up to a hee-dious monster all clammy and pouty and saying, “I want my Mom.” So he went out and bought soup and spaghetti o’s and some saltines and some ginger ale…and then had to leave me to go to work. And so here I am. Trying to ignore the fact that it’s CLEANING night and try to get better. The thing is, though, when people say, “Get better,” they’re not actually telling you something that you can DO. What they’re really saying is, “Sit around and eat stuff, and drink stuff.” Honestly, I like sitting around- but I like sitting around AFTER I’ve cleaned things up and gotten a responsible amount of homework done and done the things I need to for work. It is very frustrating to be unable to do anything without getting winded and feeling like my head is filling up slowly with sand. I feel like I’ve been sick quite a lot this season…I guess a lot of that had to do with the vitamin from HADES a doctor gave me a couple months ago. After being sick forever I finally just wised up and started taking two Flintstones to take care of my nutritional needs. Nice Tummy-Friendly Flintstone vitamin. But yeah- I have a cold. And am grumpy about it. But, on the upside, my Mom did call me earlier and chat to me until I feel asleep. That was nice.
Little Kite Girl
Welcome to my state of mind.
