Torture

Oh god today was torture. I got up this morning after a fitful night of flipping from one side to the other because the snot buildup on one side made that side feel like half my face was going to pop like a water balloon. So you flip, everything shifts to the other side but for a few blissful moments you can breathe through your nose and it's heavenly.

After a shower and some meds I was actually feeling a bit better. Got to work, went to the dungeon to produce the morning Newslink, and by the time I came back upstairs the meds were wearing off. But I couldn't take more until 1-ish. And I was stuck at work, having given the car to Shannon for the day. So lunch was miserable and the afternoon proceeded to drag by very. slowly. My head was pounding, I was sneezing a lot, filling up the wastebasket with kleenex, coughing, muscles hurting... I seriously thought I was going to cry at some point. I just wanted to go home.

So basically, I'm still sick :) Don't you just love the graphic descriptions of the common cold? Hehe. Share the pain is what I always say. Judging by the cough that has developed I may be in for a round of bronchitis which, well, fucking sucks if you don't mind me saying so. Don't want to go to the doc.

I have to make lasagna again on Sunday. Was supposed to make it and take it to the G's last weekend but the kid got sick. I made it anyway because it sounded so good. So we've been eating on it all week. Now I have to make it again and the G's want us to eat it with them. I don't wanna. I just wanted to make it for them to say thanks for helping me with the car thing. My thought was they could freeze it or eat on it for a while or whatever. But they want to share, so it will probably be another year or two before I make this stuff again. I'm lasagna'd out.

Anyway, I'm going to go take more meds and try to sleep. Mmmm meds.