Last night the 12 hour Sudafed I took at 7am was wearing off...like to the minute 12 hours later.
Nice work Sudafed.
And I started suffocating on mucous. Seriously choking and gasping for air. It was as dramatic as you are imagining it.
I was legit drowning but didn't want to take another Sudafed because I knew I wouldn't sleep well with all that German Pseudoephedrine pumping through me, but the alternative was bleak so I took the pill and fuck me if I didn't toss and turn all night long. On the off chance I actually drifted off I started coughing uncontrollably, or Dennis and Jack would start snoring so loud I wanted to punch them both, and I'm not one to ever want to punch a dog but delirium is not a friendly place. On top of that I drank about 64 gallons of water yesterday to flush this crud out of my system, so if I wasn't tossing, coughing, or contemplating pushing Dennis and his little dog right off the edge of the bed I was peeing.
Now I'm up and ready for this Friday to get to getting. I'm washing down today's 7am Sudafed dose with some strong coffee because I don't think I can stay awake otherwise. Five o'clock, you better get here fast because my productively level is already at zero and anything I do accomplish today will be half-assed and full of mistakes.
Thursday
Dear Dennis, I'm sorry
Dear Dennis,
I'm sorry for making fun of your man cold last week because now that I have it I realize you were actually dying and instead of helping you I was annoyed by your wimpers. Also, that time I told you to suck it up buttercup because your foot hurt and I was convinced you just had arthritis because you are old and fat and it turned out that you need bone spur surgery. Whoops. Sorry about that too. Also, I hope you don't get sick again from my germs in your lunch wraps that I still had to make even though I am on my death bed. And one more thing, thank you for yelling at the kids from the couch on my behalf to do their chores and get to bed. Even though they didn't listen and there was a sink full of dishes waiting for me this morning, it is not your fault. They are a-holes.
All my love,
Adrienn
Wednesday
This week has been pretty great.
I'm happy with the haircut I got on Saturday, I busted ass on Sunday prepping meals for the week and catching up on ALL the laundry and ALL the dirty dishes-all before noon. Oh yeah, I washed my sheets too.
I know, right, what the fuck
I finally pulled the plug and unfriended a vaguebook troller who I actually know in real life which is only mildly awkward, mostly because I care very little. Went to the gym after work yesterday and had a pretty great workout.
Restlessly slept and got up at wake up time with heavy chills feeling like garbage. I believe I cooked breakfast, packed a lunch and mumbled to my family I was sick and going back to bed. Slept till 1, made some tea, finished The Book Thief which was a terrible idea because crying with a congested chest hurts.
It's not a spoiler. The book is set in Nazi Germany during World War II, you should know you will cry when you pick it up.
It's November, so with that spirit I will say I am thankful I prepped all the meals for the week and have clean sheets and towels because I'm going to feel like shit for a few days.
Now it's almost 3pm, and I'm feeling more human as the day goes on and I almost folded my kids laundry.
Just look at me. LOOK.
I took a sick day to rest and recoup as much as possible before tomorrow morning and the second I begin to remotely feel better I start folding laundry.
Maybe that's just who we are. We've had so many conversations lately about the mental load of mothers, and maybe it's just because that's who we are and we argue in favor of equality for it but probably wouldn't trust it completely in the hands of our spouses anyway.
Like seriously just let me do it.
I'm going to make myself some toast now.
I know, right, what the fuck
I finally pulled the plug and unfriended a vaguebook troller who I actually know in real life which is only mildly awkward, mostly because I care very little. Went to the gym after work yesterday and had a pretty great workout.
Restlessly slept and got up at wake up time with heavy chills feeling like garbage. I believe I cooked breakfast, packed a lunch and mumbled to my family I was sick and going back to bed. Slept till 1, made some tea, finished The Book Thief which was a terrible idea because crying with a congested chest hurts.
It's not a spoiler. The book is set in Nazi Germany during World War II, you should know you will cry when you pick it up.
It's November, so with that spirit I will say I am thankful I prepped all the meals for the week and have clean sheets and towels because I'm going to feel like shit for a few days.
Now it's almost 3pm, and I'm feeling more human as the day goes on and I almost folded my kids laundry.
Just look at me. LOOK.
I took a sick day to rest and recoup as much as possible before tomorrow morning and the second I begin to remotely feel better I start folding laundry.
Maybe that's just who we are. We've had so many conversations lately about the mental load of mothers, and maybe it's just because that's who we are and we argue in favor of equality for it but probably wouldn't trust it completely in the hands of our spouses anyway.
Like seriously just let me do it.
I'm going to make myself some toast now.
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