If it’s not the girls, it’s me. Over the past month two of the girls were sick with their own thing, and now it’s me. I felt it tickling on the way home from Thanksgiving festivities. I knew it was a good likelihood last week, I’ll admit it, but only because I had a really bad pain flare-up and the girls were sick. I lost a good couple handfuls of hair and my eczema flared up. My appetite has decreased while the pain my joints and muscles has increased. It’s been harder to stay asleep too. When all of these things start, it’s no surprise that my immune system would crap out.
So far it’s mild enough that Mucinex-D maximum strength is working. Thank God he created the person who thought up Puffs Plus. I love those things. I also love the Ricola people for their Cherry Honey drops. They had the least amount of menthol in them, and no eucalyptus.
If you pray, pray that this remains a crappy cold. A sinus infection this early in the season would suck, and I’m not ready for that. I don’t want to be sick. I don’t want to take sick days. I don’t get paid for sick days.
The Mister has to work tonight, so maybe I can convince the girls to go to bed early. Then I can sneak a heater into my room with some green tea and a book and DVR my Friday night shows so that I can watch them when I crash tomorrow. I’ll bribe the girls with pizza and hot cocoa.
- Germiest Places at the Mall (abcnews.go.com)