Basic to Better
I’m finally, FINALLY feeling well again. I’ve had, no joke, the worst cold ever for almost a week now. Today is the first day I sound like myself. Hell, today is the first day I look like myself. I’ve missed 2 ½ days of work since Monday and Tuesday all they did was tell me how horrible I sounded/looked and to go home. Yesterday’s day of nothing but sleep and medicinal cocktails did the trick. I’m still get cough-attacks about every hour, but compared to the rest of the week this consistent wet hacking seems almost the norm.
I wish I never got sick. I blame Sir for licking all the doorknobs at work the day before Thanksgiving. I know, no one ever really WANTS to be sick. But I’m such a terrible sick person. I’m not me. Things just aren’t the same and I HATE when that happens. My best friend all week has been my dog. I LOVE my pup. He’s been a freakin’ sweetheart this whole week, cuddling and just lying with me. There hasn’t even been any “uh-ohs” in the house. Without him, I’d be bored and lonely-a deadly combination for me. But it’s nice getting things back to normal today. Waking up this morning, I got kissed. KISSED! I’ve missed being kissed. Sure, of course Steve has kissed me even when I was sick, but they were always “Aw poor Baby” and a lot of lil forehead kisses as I snooze off into my drug-induced cold-relief coma. But this morning I felt those passionate kisses again, the “oh, so THERE’S my wife” kiss. He, apparently, missed me, too. Sully could tell I was feeling better because he wanted to wrestle with my shoe this morning and made me chase him around the kitchen. As annoyed as I was, it was cute seeing my pup bounce back just like I had. At work, yes, there was a ton waiting for me. Tomorrow is our BIG BIG annual holiday concert and this was a bad week to be out of office. I missed my desk. Ugh, I know, I even missed the annoying coworkers. Right now I want real food. After a week of orange juice and chicken soups of all different consistencies (Campbell’s, Gramma’s, generic, Ramen) I’m ready for some food. Plus, anything that tastes nothing like a cough drop or cough syrup sounds extra appealing.
Speaking of which, I should prolly wrap up here so I can catch a descent hour train home. I’m NOT looking forward to putting wet boots back on. Then again, walking around the building in pink fuzzy socks all day did get me some looks. The evening news crew even shared an elevator with me after their Starbucks run, the anchors smiling at my Peeped toes. Wet boots, windy city, packed train, warm house, yummy dinner, playful pup, loving husband here I come!
I wish I never got sick. I blame Sir for licking all the doorknobs at work the day before Thanksgiving. I know, no one ever really WANTS to be sick. But I’m such a terrible sick person. I’m not me. Things just aren’t the same and I HATE when that happens. My best friend all week has been my dog. I LOVE my pup. He’s been a freakin’ sweetheart this whole week, cuddling and just lying with me. There hasn’t even been any “uh-ohs” in the house. Without him, I’d be bored and lonely-a deadly combination for me. But it’s nice getting things back to normal today. Waking up this morning, I got kissed. KISSED! I’ve missed being kissed. Sure, of course Steve has kissed me even when I was sick, but they were always “Aw poor Baby” and a lot of lil forehead kisses as I snooze off into my drug-induced cold-relief coma. But this morning I felt those passionate kisses again, the “oh, so THERE’S my wife” kiss. He, apparently, missed me, too. Sully could tell I was feeling better because he wanted to wrestle with my shoe this morning and made me chase him around the kitchen. As annoyed as I was, it was cute seeing my pup bounce back just like I had. At work, yes, there was a ton waiting for me. Tomorrow is our BIG BIG annual holiday concert and this was a bad week to be out of office. I missed my desk. Ugh, I know, I even missed the annoying coworkers. Right now I want real food. After a week of orange juice and chicken soups of all different consistencies (Campbell’s, Gramma’s, generic, Ramen) I’m ready for some food. Plus, anything that tastes nothing like a cough drop or cough syrup sounds extra appealing.
Speaking of which, I should prolly wrap up here so I can catch a descent hour train home. I’m NOT looking forward to putting wet boots back on. Then again, walking around the building in pink fuzzy socks all day did get me some looks. The evening news crew even shared an elevator with me after their Starbucks run, the anchors smiling at my Peeped toes. Wet boots, windy city, packed train, warm house, yummy dinner, playful pup, loving husband here I come!