I can’t count…but now I can – I have been sick since last Thursday. Irritating, sad sack, hot eye-lid, fever, coughing up both lungs, swollen glands and sore throat kid sick. That’s just too many days of this crap.
I thought I turned the corner yesterday, but no, come 2 a.m. I was 10 again feeling miserable and wishing my mother was there in the next room (yes seriously, I got hit with that old feeling I feel so awful).
So here I am still home in bed feeling like my teeth with float I have had so many hot liquids.
And a recent interview I did with a new Philadelphia Inquirer reporter went live today. It’s funny – I love to write, yet being interviewed is actually hard. Oh well, let me know what you think.
I am going back to being one with my pillow….and I still wish my mother was in the next room. What a dork I am some days. But seriously? I hate to be repetitive, but I am sick, kid sick and sick of being sick.
Yes I now. More hot fluids, steam to break up congestion to beat the band, and rest. Rest..the hardest thing for me to do.