A Day of Whine and Noses

Ah, so much going in the world. Fires in California. Bombings in Gaza, Ukraine, Russia, who knows where else. People hurting all over. Cold, snow, bad weather everywhere. Flood victims still living in tents just a few hours drive from me. Greedy people being even more greedy.

And in a week, the apocalypse. Crikey. How much worse can it get?

Me? I sit here stewing because my cold/virus/whatever will not let up. I felt better Friday, worse yesterday, and even worse today.

I have personally used up two boxes of 48 Puffs Plus Lotion tissues since Friday, plus a box of Kleenex. I filled a trash bag with them.

My nose is glowing red despite the tissues and the lotion I'm putting on my nose to keep it from turning into a big honking blinker that could be seen from the International Space Station.

Mostly I've started to worry about a little bit of chest pain I'm having, because it came from nowhere, and I am on an antibiotic. I shouldn't be having chest pain. I think it's because I ate some dark chocolate, so it's really reflux and not my lungs, but I did have an asthma attack last night. Maybe I'm just sore from that. I wouldn't be going into bronchitis or anything since I'm on an antibiotic, right? (Don't tell my husband, he doesn't know about this. Yes, yes, if it gets worse, I'll tell him.) (Update: this has eased, it was likely reflux.)

Nor should I complain, because I've had this cold just a week. My husband's still sniffling, and he's had his cold since December 27, which is what? Sixteen days? Over two weeks. But he is out and about, and I'm still stuck at home.

The car can't get back up the driveway anyway because of the ice that fell a few days ago. I'm stuck at home, blowing my nose, and craving a chocolate chip cookie.

A chocolate chip cookie would make it all alright, wouldn't it? An ooey gooey warm chocolate chip cookie? Wouldn't that fix all the problems? Probably not. It's almost time for dinner, anyway.

I have not walked on the treadmill for two days, though I did walk on Friday when I was feeling better. Maybe that was my mistake. I am not very good at the "lay around and rest" part of having an illness. I wanted to walk yesterday but my husband said I shouldn't, and today I know I shouldn't.

Being sick sucks. I've had to cancel loads of plans and appointments. I need to be working on some things and I can't do anything but blow my nose.

Yes, I am whining. I don't do it very often. Thanks for putting up with it.