Every year I get one around this time. Starts with a scratchy throat in the morning, rough sandpapery feeling. Then comes the sneezing, aching, nasal faucet fun. Now I am in the exciting next to final phase where I cough like the dickens, leaving me breathless and dizzy. Sleep is suffering - worse with the darn sleep mask, too. Last night I finally gave up and took it off.
Thank goodness for the internet, so I could watch Lost that I missed last night, not due to lack of interest, but mainly because I couldn't be bothered. It was worth the time spent in the computer chair, and I am interested to see where things are going, and how they went there. On the other hand, knowing there are only 7 more episodes (thanks writers strike) kind of puts a damper on things.
Mother-in-law had her surgery scheduled, then moved (doctor didn't want two 5 hour surgeries on the same day) which sucks because she was going in on Tuesday, now rescheduled for the end of the month. Add to this some hallucenatory drug interactions (no, talking to your dead husband while you know he is dead is not a good thing) and the whole family is a bit stressed.
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