Misery is my middle name
Being sick sucks. Being alone when sick sucks so so bad.
I thought of going to the emergency health clinic yesterday except it had snowed during the night and there was no way I had the energy to shovel out the car. Most of it has rained away now but I might as well wait until tomorrow and go to my regular health clinic and not have to wait for hours with all the other flu patients.
My ears still hurt, so much pressure and they feel cold inside the ear channels (Which is why I'm wearing a woolen hat indoors). I've tried every trick I found online to clear them and nothing helps. My throat gurgles every time I breath, a kinda wet purring sound. I was coughing so much last night I threw up. Repeatedly. And then, to make things even more interesting, I started my period. So now not only my throat, head and chest hurt when I cough, but I get stabbed in my stomach as well. Yay.
Hubby is finally coming home from his three day trip sometime after midnight. The kids are home now but thankfully they're good at taking care of themselves. M-i-l brought them over and I thought she would never stop talking and leave. I was leaning against the wall, nodding and coughing and trying to breathe and pretty much not hearing anything she said. I was this close to start crying if she hadn't finally gone and left me to crawl back into bed. I do not need to know every single thing they did, whether they pooped or ate or watched TV. Seriously, write a report and leave it on the doorstep if you think it's that important. Ugh. I know I'm being ungrateful but fuck, I just felt so miserable and she did the same thing yesterday, talked forever with me on the phone even after I told her how much my ears hurt and how hard it was to speak. Telling me every single detail of their day. I'm not that kind of mom. I really, really do NOT need to know their pooping/eating/sleeping schedule. If you bring them back in one piece I assume it went well. Thank you. Move on. *groans* And then I get the health history of everyone else in the family and detailed descriptions of everything her other grandchildren are doing and what she bought at the store and what this and that person said and... for god's sake, stop talking!
Tomorrow my period should really kick in with the regular hellish cramps. Kill me, kill me now.
I thought of going to the emergency health clinic yesterday except it had snowed during the night and there was no way I had the energy to shovel out the car. Most of it has rained away now but I might as well wait until tomorrow and go to my regular health clinic and not have to wait for hours with all the other flu patients.
My ears still hurt, so much pressure and they feel cold inside the ear channels (Which is why I'm wearing a woolen hat indoors). I've tried every trick I found online to clear them and nothing helps. My throat gurgles every time I breath, a kinda wet purring sound. I was coughing so much last night I threw up. Repeatedly. And then, to make things even more interesting, I started my period. So now not only my throat, head and chest hurt when I cough, but I get stabbed in my stomach as well. Yay.
Hubby is finally coming home from his three day trip sometime after midnight. The kids are home now but thankfully they're good at taking care of themselves. M-i-l brought them over and I thought she would never stop talking and leave. I was leaning against the wall, nodding and coughing and trying to breathe and pretty much not hearing anything she said. I was this close to start crying if she hadn't finally gone and left me to crawl back into bed. I do not need to know every single thing they did, whether they pooped or ate or watched TV. Seriously, write a report and leave it on the doorstep if you think it's that important. Ugh. I know I'm being ungrateful but fuck, I just felt so miserable and she did the same thing yesterday, talked forever with me on the phone even after I told her how much my ears hurt and how hard it was to speak. Telling me every single detail of their day. I'm not that kind of mom. I really, really do NOT need to know their pooping/eating/sleeping schedule. If you bring them back in one piece I assume it went well. Thank you. Move on. *groans* And then I get the health history of everyone else in the family and detailed descriptions of everything her other grandchildren are doing and what she bought at the store and what this and that person said and... for god's sake, stop talking!
Tomorrow my period should really kick in with the regular hellish cramps. Kill me, kill me now.