Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

I am sitting on the floor of my living room, sipping white tea with some honey. I have gone through my first box of tissue...and just cracked open my second one.  I slept fairly decently last night, but I woke up at 0530. I couldn't go back to sleep because I was coughing so hard.

As a matter of fact, I'm coughing so hard these days that my rib cage feels like crap and I think I can feel my abs coming in. I need some drugs, DRUGS I say, but there's a moratorium on the good stuff until Bambina comes in. Same goes for my sweet sweet beer.

Anyways, a lot of tea, a lot of cough drops, a lot of tisues (my god, so many tissues)...a lot of sympathy from Husbandido (thanks babe!). But it's been rough. I want to take a nap, I'm so exhausted from not sleeping and all this coughing, but it's nearly impossible. I just hope I can pass out tonight to see if I need to go to work or not.

Speaking of work, I have a new coworker, thank god, who is very helpful, and so much better than the previous one. He's made such a huge impact already, and I'm happy for it. I wish I was going to be here in the Fall to see him do his thing.

Oh I woke up this morning at 0530, right? So guess what I did...I thought I was just going to watch some TV, which I did for a bit, but then I decided to play some video games. Pathetic sight, me, with bleary eyes, sore abs and boogers galore. Supposedly this happens a lot to pregnant women, this post-nasal drip and cold thing. SUCKS. I can handle a cold, but not without a little help!

I hope things will be better tonight. In a meanwhile, where's my blankie!

Voodoo