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I’ve been banished upstairs to “be sick”. The Daddy brought something home from work the other day and was home sick for two days. Tater Tot got some snots for a couple of days with no fever and no slowing down. She gave them to me. Unfortunately, they are slowing me down. So I am up in my room trying to type and read on the computer while sniffling, sneezing, and dripping from just about every orifice on my head. Oh, and while we’re at it, I hadn’t stopped bleeding from the LEEP yet and I think I’m starting my period. It’s not very fun to be me today. Luckily The Daddy is taking over the Tater Tot duties and some of the household ones even though he’s not 100% yet. Today it’s a game of “Who Feels Crappier” and the “winner” is me.

I don’t feel much like a winner. In fact, I wish I had been the loser in this game. I’d much rather be running around with The Tater Tot. Heck, I’d rather be cleaning the toilets than feeling like this! Tried Sudafed. Nothin’. Tried Actifed. Zippo. Zilch. No relief from symptoms. I hate putting extraneous drugs in my body so when I do, I expect them to work for heaven’s sake! What’s the point of putting them in there if they’re not going to relieve me?! So I drip. And sniffle and sneeze and wipe. And drain from my eyes. And abuse the skin on my nose with every use of the tissue. I’m just grateful my body held out for the weekend to get sick so that The Daddy is home…