I woke up this morning with a runny nose and a sore throat, and I thought (because Evan had moved into our bed at about six, so I couldn’t actually say it) “F*** this!” Obviously this illness didn’t get the message that I Don’t Get SICK. It’s not my nature. Sure, I had bronchitis this summer, with the high fever and chills in the middle of a July afternoon swim party, but that was the first time I ever got it. And sure I got mono when I was in college, but it took appendicitis to bring it on. Because I don’t get sick.
Now I can’t get sick, with Christmas weeks away, with the shopping not done, the wrapping not even started, the gingerbread mix waiting to be used, with the house in complete chaos. If I go down with illness, this whole house goes down as no one will do the dishes or pick up or clean up or even empty out the potty. Not to mention my husband is battling his cold, which means he’s dying, but he goes to work any ways because it’s December, the worst month for business. Evan and Sean now have runny noses.
So F this!
This morning I added an ester C pill (because I’m not going down without a fight), a prenatal pill (because they’re the best), and a cod liver pill (just because it seemed right) to my usual breakfast of Rice Krispies. I drank tea and honey. Ick. I’ve been drinking water like a fish and peeing like a race horse. I vow to go to bed early tonight. I refuse to be sick.
Yes, I know. I just wrote a post about Christmas, and I’m about to write another post about more Christmas crafts. But you have to realize that due to cell phone issues, long distance call screw ups, and my best friend’s crazy schedule (youth minister at a church, Christmas coming, you figure it out), my best friend and I haven’t had a decent conversation in a week or two. And I need to talk. My best friend and I talk everyday for at least an hour like teenagers. Like young lovers, we always part saying how we miss each other, even if we spent the whole day together two days before, and tell each other we love you. Really, we’d make the cutest couple, but you know . . . heterosexual. It’s a shame, really. Ok. So to the next post.