I coughed a lot yesterday, enough that Middlest was concerned about pneumonia. Having had it before, I was pretty sure that that was not the case, although there was a lot of stuff trying to migrate down into my lungs.
Made a late-night run to a 24-hour pharmacy and picked up some non-drowsy Sudafed. Big mistake. Had the devil of a time falling and staying asleep. When the alarm went off this morning, I half-heartedly started getting ready for work. At a few minutes until 7:00, I still wasn't dressed, and my voice was unmistakably in 1-900 territory, so I called in sick, played a few hands of solitaire, and went back to bed. Slept until the alarm went off at 2:00 for the next round of antibiotics.
So, overall, a remarkably intelligent decision.
I have felt significantly less drippy today, with nowhere near as much coughing, and what there was, not as bone-rattling. I had enough spoons to make a double batch of risotto for dinner tonight.
Note to self: do not even think about working a complex cabled pattern while getting up to stir the risotto every three to five to ten minutes. Two hours of knitting, frogged in less than a minute. I'm nearly to the point where I stopped, but I haven't read my scriptures today, and it's time to take the handful of meds which are my pre-bedtime routine. And, praise be, I'm feeling sleepy again.
Here's hoping that I'm well enough to go to work tomorrow. I promise not to be stupid about it.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!