Sick

That's it. Today is my last day of being sick. Last Tuesday I took a mental day off from school. I had a messy house, lots of studying to catch up on, backed up laundry, stacked dished, a neglected puppy, and I am sure I was lacking some sleep too. Anyways about halfway through the day I took a drink and felt a sore throat. Great. Well, it quickly evolved and I was sick. Depressing. I don't get super sick too often. The last time I was sick was about two years ago, spring break 2006, I had a sore throat and cold. So I guess I am due for illness.

Brett comes home from work and he’s been sucking on cough drops all day. Who did this to us... Thanks MOM! Brett is so tough when he is sick, he gets up goes to work, I just complain and make very unattractive sounds with my man voiced throat. 

5 AM Wednesday morning I wake up throwing up. Two hours later I’m back at the toilet. Then again at 10, and then 12, 3 o’clock rolls around, then I make my last throw up visit at 7 PM. By then I am starving and sore and sick of throwing up. Sheri brought Brett and I some potatoe soup, crackers, and watermelon. Thank you so much. What a miserable day. 

Then poor Brett has this huge headache due to all the sinus pressure, his throat is super soar by now. We are popping pills like mad. NyQuil, Dayquil, Benedryl, Sudaffed. Funny thing is we both hate taking that crap. Anyways. Brett has a stronger immune system and he got through it pretty quick. Obviously the running nose stays with you for a bit. Meanwhile, I’m still in bed sleeping and trying to breathe and get the cough out of my chest.

So. We are done being sick. I’ve missed a week of school and have 35 hours to make up and am bored at home. Maybe I could do some laundry. We are done. If you see us coughing, sneezing, blowing our noses... Just pretend that we were doing something else, stretching maybe or scratching our heads. 


We are not sick.