So I think my "cold" has turned into Laryngistis (sp?) My voice is pretty much non-existant and my caugh has turned into "hacking-up-a-lung". So, yeah, it was pretty much beautiful all weekend but did I get to spend some fun in the sun? Nope. Because I was trying to "get better", something I think my body has forgotten how to do. I am back at work with half a voice trying to answer the phones sounding like an idiot. Oh what a wonderful Monday this will be.
I have invested enough money in halls, robitussin, tylenol cold and flu and a state of the art vaporizer; I swear I could start my own medical supplies store with all the stuff left over from my surgery and this.
And Robitussin- don't even get me started. It takes me like 15 minutes just to psych myself up enough to actually throw it as fast as I can down the throat and then another 15 minutes just to convince my stomach that it does NOT want to throw up everything I have ingested in the past 24 hours.
That is pure torture. Seriously. Between "taking-the-cough-medicine" procedure and actual coughing, I think I got like maybe 3 minutes of sleep last night.
So yeah, happy Monday to you to!