Head Cold Brain
As if to further prove to myself that I’m still at that level ill ’stuffy brain’ where you aren’t thinking clearly, for a while, the title of this post was “Head Cold Braing”. I’m not sure what a “Braing” is, but I’m not really in the mood to find out.
Right now I’m blogging from bed. (Oh yeah, I heart you that much.) It’s not a bad place to blog from, unless you don’t have a laptop. Then it’d just be awkward.
Anywho, the virus/bug/whatever that tried to drag be down all last week finally settled into my sinuses, head, throat and even ears (likes to spread out, this bug) as of this past Sunday. Unlike most other bugs, this little bastard simply isn’t letting go. BLAR.
It’s partially my fault, running myself down when I knew something was gnawing at me, but I figure: what better Valentine’s Day gift could I give Mr. JM other than the excuse to give me crap about not taking vitamins?
It’s the gift that keeps on giving. Truly.
The weird thing about me is if I’m only ‘kinda sick’ - as in able to walk around and string two sentences that make sense together - I feel guilty about being sick.
What do I do when I feel guilty? Show that I’m sorry, of course.
I may not have done the laundry (completely forgot, to be honest), but I did smother Mr. JM with “I love yous” (ask him how much he likes it when I do that… ha), apologize a few times with no answer as to why I was apologizing, prepared dinner and washed dishes.
Not bad.
So that’s me. I don’t like taking medication of any sort (unless I have to) so you won’t get any semi-high-on-cough-syrup posts at midnight, but I might not make complete sense in my next few posts.
You have been warned.
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