I hate being sick.
Of course I do...who doesn't?!?! But I mean that I really hate being sick. I hate having a runny nose, congested sinuses, not being able to taste anything and that horrible feeling that germs are just following me everywhere. I hate the need to clean my bed sheets five times a day in order to rid them of the plague that has infiltrated my immune system and I hate being trapped inside a body that is demanding that you take a time out. I'm a busy girl...I don't have time to be sick!
Further more, I'm a terrible patient! I whine and I sulk and I pout and I make life equally miserable for everyone within sneezing distance of me. It's really a lovely state of affairs!
{be sure to ask Steve sometime about having my wisdom teeth taken out...now there's a story for the record books!}
My one saving grace though is that when it comes to being sick...I'm not opposed to drugs! I generally steer clear of drugs most of the time if I can help it but drastic times call for drastic measures and when I'm sick, I'm more than willing to be in a neo-citron induced coma for any number of days! In fact, I think that my husband would be the first to agree that it's better for everyone's mental health that we always have a steady stash on hand! It has proven to be a necessity for the well-being of all parties involved!
But guess what? I have just stumbled upon a whole new level of misery that I didn't even know was possible; it's called being eight months pregnant and being sick!
I came down with a really nasty cold over the weekend that compelled my doctor to request that I stay home for the week in order to get better (because apparently giving birth is a pleasant enough experience without adding a runny nose to the mix!!!)...so here I am...at home...miserably ill...and not able to indulge in any of my well loved narcotics to get me through in my time of need. One word: BRU-TAL!
And to say that I have been less than delightful while I patiently wait to get better is a bit of a understatement! If you've never seen someone unleash full fledged rage upon a box of Kleenex then by all means...stop by for a visit! I'm quite confident that the idea of giving yourself a root canal will quickly seem far more appealing than sticking around to take care of me!
So yeah, in light of this recent turn of events, my husband has taken the liberty of upgrading my current patient status from "cranky" to "the land where happiness goes to die!"
Oh...and he's also added EPIDURAL in bright red letters to our birth plan!!!!!!!!
Of course I do...who doesn't?!?! But I mean that I really hate being sick. I hate having a runny nose, congested sinuses, not being able to taste anything and that horrible feeling that germs are just following me everywhere. I hate the need to clean my bed sheets five times a day in order to rid them of the plague that has infiltrated my immune system and I hate being trapped inside a body that is demanding that you take a time out. I'm a busy girl...I don't have time to be sick!
Further more, I'm a terrible patient! I whine and I sulk and I pout and I make life equally miserable for everyone within sneezing distance of me. It's really a lovely state of affairs!
{be sure to ask Steve sometime about having my wisdom teeth taken out...now there's a story for the record books!}
My one saving grace though is that when it comes to being sick...I'm not opposed to drugs! I generally steer clear of drugs most of the time if I can help it but drastic times call for drastic measures and when I'm sick, I'm more than willing to be in a neo-citron induced coma for any number of days! In fact, I think that my husband would be the first to agree that it's better for everyone's mental health that we always have a steady stash on hand! It has proven to be a necessity for the well-being of all parties involved!
But guess what? I have just stumbled upon a whole new level of misery that I didn't even know was possible; it's called being eight months pregnant and being sick!
I came down with a really nasty cold over the weekend that compelled my doctor to request that I stay home for the week in order to get better (because apparently giving birth is a pleasant enough experience without adding a runny nose to the mix!!!)...so here I am...at home...miserably ill...and not able to indulge in any of my well loved narcotics to get me through in my time of need. One word: BRU-TAL!
And to say that I have been less than delightful while I patiently wait to get better is a bit of a understatement! If you've never seen someone unleash full fledged rage upon a box of Kleenex then by all means...stop by for a visit! I'm quite confident that the idea of giving yourself a root canal will quickly seem far more appealing than sticking around to take care of me!
So yeah, in light of this recent turn of events, my husband has taken the liberty of upgrading my current patient status from "cranky" to "the land where happiness goes to die!"
Oh...and he's also added EPIDURAL in bright red letters to our birth plan!!!!!!!!
3 comments:
AWE Gen, I'm praying you feel some relief quickly and that you become well fast. LOVE YOU!
have you tried hydrasense for your sinuses? it's seawater, and works very well for colds (no drugs involved)... my daughters and I all use it.
hope you feel better soon!
Hey; Colds can rwally suck, on top of which the big negative is that they drain human energy we all need and leave us well blah! But colds do pass and you are on to a very positive experience which will require your best self. So get well Gen we are routing for you! Many Hugs UN
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