If you know what that means? We're meant to be friends.
It has been a HELLACIOUS week + around here, people. Seriously.
I know you think I've neglected you, and I have. And I'm sorry.
But good LAWD. I've got the cough from hell. Seriously. It's been over a week and I'm exhausted and cranky and tired and can't.stop.coughing.
I even went to Urgent Care last Friday night. LAST FRIDAY. And the doctor was, well, nice and sweet. And possibly twelve. But still.
And I forgave her for not giving me an antibiotic. I trusted her. *Except when she almost gave me a cough medicine with codeine and I am allergic to hydrocodone, but I digress ...
I took my inhaler prescription - and if someone can tell me how you're supposed to use those things that'd be awesome - really - and left.
And me and my OTC cough medicine from crap-land spent night after night dying. DYING.
Coughing and waking up and coughing and waking up and crying and peeing and peeing and coughing and peeing and sweating and fever-breaking and ice cold and shivering and coughing and have I mentioned coughing yet? Whew.
I'm tired just trying to breathe as I read all of that.
So I called them at the Urgent Care yesterday, desperate, and they called in a cough med. And while last night was also hellacious, I seem to have improved some already. Which reminds me, it's after midnight and I didn't take my 3rd dose today. Hmmn. To take - or not to take ...?
Anyway, I'm beat. Fried. Achey breaky and all that jazz. (Oh, Billy Ray, I'm so sorry.) *smh*
I'm ready to be healthy again because the child started school last week and I had, oh, exactly two days (that's right, count 'em, TWO. ONE. TWO.) before I was too sick to workout and I was so not happy about that one bit.
I have religiously been using My Fitness Pal and working out was supposed to go hand in hand with that, ya know? Okay, fine, I've been working hard at eating better and drinking 900 gallons of water a day (fine, it just FEELS like it), so the workouts were supposed to go with all of that. Pooh. They didn't. Haven't. I can't imagine when I'll be able to finish the 2-1/2 minute walk to the bus stop each afternoon without breaking into a sweat (HELLO HUMIDITY. #wherethehellisfall?) and coughing fit once I stop moving.
Because if not?
I'm seriously going to dedicate my life to eating Grilled Chees-us-es for every meal.
That'll be okay if it's whole wheat bread, right? And unsalted butter?
* I see you shaking your head over there. No? Well why the heck not? *
Oooh, Challah bread. I am hoping to make some tomorrow for yontif. If I finally feel well enough. I really need some sweet as we bring in this new year. A happy and a healthy will happen, but goodness I need to feel healthy first!
Back to basics for a sec. Bread. Sandwiches. Leads me to ... self-promotion. Sorta' kinda'. Is Pinterest really self-promotion if you have like none of your own posts pinned?
But anyway ... have you seen my Sandwich Heaven Pinterest Board yet? Some of those beautiful Grilled Cheese-us-es? WOULD ROCK. Dangit, lookit at what I did to myself right there. Now I'm hungry.
This is why I need to go to bed earlier. So I can hush up AND stop eating.