I think I'm s l o w l y reentering the world of the living. I was back at work today, and made it through the entire day.
Granted, I coughed up a small child, a tonka truck and a bearded dragon, but, I made it. (must remember cough syrup tomorrow!)
I am determined to be all better. We leave for VACATION in five days, and the last thing I want to do is feel bad! I must rest rest rest so I will be well enough to rest next week.
Folks, I haven't eaten a potato chip in a week. This is seriously record breaking. It's not just the fact that I haven't eaten one; it's that I didn't even WANT one. That has never happened in all my forty eight - almost - forty nine years. I love chips. Yes, Friends, I am a chipaholic.
I wish I had something to write about other than being sick. Oh, I'm now caught up on every real housewife from every city. I watched a ton of crime and even realized that someone I went to school with was killed by an infamous serial killer. How have I not heard this over the years?
I have also seen many strange things in my ceiling fan and on my ceiling/window at night. (Have I discussed these crazy hallucinations I have in the middle of the night?) This week found Dora the Explorer visiting me, along with an impish little redheaded boy.
Yes, I'm on cough syrup with codeine.
Since I have nothing interesting to offer, tell me the best part of your last seven days? I will live vicariously through healthy you!
I sure hope someone ate some chips.