Gimme some Midol! And it's for me! *
I woke up Saturday with a suspicious sore throat, and by Saturday evening I knew I was in for it. Sure enough, Sunday came with a full-on burning in the sinuses, breathing out of only one nostril, achy, fevery, nasty-ass cold. Blech. I'm lucky enough to not get sick very often, but I'm also really bad at it. I just don't have the patience, and I'm not good at slowing down, even when I'm supposed to. Besides, the past week was hellacious. I brought work home almost every night, stayed two hours over one night, and then was out running work-related errands until almost 10 PM on Friday, which is my usual evening for chilling out and cleaning the house. So by Sunday, the house was getting gross. Adulthood kind of sucks, because no matter how hard I tried, I could not convince the cat to do my chores for me.
Things weren't all bad, though. MB let me sleep in Sunday morning while he made eggs and non-pig sausage. Then he went to the grocery store (which he does not like to do) by himself while I stayed home and cleaned (which I could do in my pjs, and was therefore the preferred option). He also made pancakes in the afternoon. Can you beat that? And he got some Nyquil at the store. I don't know what they put in that stuff, but if you told me it was crack and the blood of virgins, I would believe it. I slept like a baby Sunday night. Well, maybe not a baby, judging by the blogs I read...maybe like a...I dunno. Something that sleeps through the night and can breathe through both sides of its nose. I used to figure the only thing to do with a cold was just suck it up and soldier on, but no more. I am converted. From this day forward, it's Dayquil and Nyquil for me, all the way. Breathing is way better than bragging rights, anyway.
* mad points for anyone who knows where this came from