Remember last week when i bitched about my sick husband "being like a corpse all weekend" ?
Well for the last 5 days it's been MY turn. Today is the first day I've been off the bed or the couch.
Being sick and trapped in the house has really made me a depressed hag ,I must say.
For instance, right this minute I can not think of ONE single good thing about being in this country.
I just had to walk my sick self to the store in the freezing rain and wind. It did NOTHING for my disposition.
Today, I really wish I was at home.
Why is it that when I get sick, my appetite is as good as ever? In fact, the only thing that makes me feel better is food going down my gullet.
My entire face has felt like it was full of razor blades.
A Cornish pasty with sour cream and a little bag of chips.....pain is gone for those brief few minutes. How about another little pain break...5 oreos should help.Or a grilled cheese sandwich, blueberry cake, salami and ritz crackers, It's been a 5 day long eating binge!
I probably gained a pound or two for each sick day. Isn't that special.
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I better shut up ,hadn't I?
I could really turn this into a big ole rant session. I shall spare you all.
You're welcome :)
Back to the couch for some more lame reruns.
Hope you all had a good weekend!
Luv me
