
Much to Matt's frustration, I'm a bad patient. I'll do the things I need to like taking meds, getting my fluids, trying to get adequate sleep, but I don't go down easy. It took about 3 people, including my boss, to convince me that it was a good idea that I stay home and rest nearly every day this week. While I was home, I fretted over the stuff that wasn't getting done like laundry, dishes, grocery shopping, or other various stuff. This is where Matt was a saint and took care of going to Wegmans and cleaning up the kitchen.
It's been hard doing nothing. Then again, I haven't had the energy to do much else other than sit on the couch and stare at my laptop. The idea of putting together a blog post a couple days ago was daunting. I still have crushing pain in my left sinus, but that's manageable compared to the sore throat/coughing/congested head/exhaustion I was feeling.
Regardless of the progress I've made, and I say that lightly, it's looking likely that I'll be out of commission for the weekend which means backing out of some things I planned to do and yet another week where I don't get to see Definitely, Maybe. I think the secret powers that be have conspired to keep me from seeing any chick flicks for the foreseeable future. I curse them.
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