Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Alive And Kicking

Sort of. I am, indeed, alive. As for the kicking part, maybe not so much. I might kick, but then I would require a two hour nap.

The reason I haven't posted since last week is that posting requires energy, coherence, and being in a vertical, upright position. You may remember that I have been fighting a cold for well over three weeks. Well, it seems that everything converged to cause a perfect storm on my immune system and I woke up Saturday feeling feverish and like someone punched me in the throat. And because I am kind, I won't mention the buckets of yellow snot copious amounts of nasty coming from my sinuses and lungs.

A quick trip (and by "quick" I mean long, torturous, and filled with shivering chills and uncomfortable chairs) to urgent care confirmed that I had strep coupled with an upper respiratory infection. I have antibiotics and a cough medicine that looks and tastes like poison, but because it contains hydrocodone, it not only works well and lets me sleep, it also keeps me from caring that I look like Death's older sister. Interestingly, this medicine has the word "tussin" in its name which has been a great source of humor for me at a time where humor has been pretty absent. Why? Because it reminds me of Chris Rock's routine about Robitussin cough medicine. (Seriously. Go to youtube and check it out. Still cracks me up.) My beloved and I still quote this routine when one of us isn't feeling well. Apparently Tussin is a miracle cure-all. After having this prescription, I believe it.

I am feeling better than I did even yesterday, but my energy has fled. I went to the store this morning for milk and bread. I came home and slept for two hours afterward. Obviously I haven't been to work. I can't manage to walk from the couch to the bathroom without needing a nap. First graders would kill me. This is the first time since Friday that I've even had the energy to think about sitting at the computer. The idea of writing didn't even occur to me. I had to talk myself into getting up to pee, so believe me, blogging was way down on my list of priorities. Really I think I was mostly saving my energy to whisper the words "kill me" to anyone within hearing distance.

My house is a wreck. My laundry has taken over. I have enough dog hair on my floor to make a boom for another oil disaster. My kitchen is buried under papers, dirty dishes, and recycling. Guess what? I don't care. You know why? Because caring requires energy and I need all my energy for blowing my nose.

Okay. So now that I've told you why I've been absent and reassured you that I am indeed, alive, but definitely NOT pretty, I'm going to go sleep. All of this typing has worn me out.

I think I'll go do a comparison study to see if that Tussin is as effective in the daytime as it is at night. I'm all about using my body in the service of science.

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