I haven’t been hanging around the blogosphere lately, I haven’t been posting and I haven’t been reading. You could say I’ve been a bad, bad girl; but that just wouldn’t be true. Had I been a bad girl I would have had something interesting to post. Alas, I have just been busy…and sick.
I had swollen glands a few weeks ago and when it moved north to my ears, I called the doctor. After taking Zithromax for five days I started to feel a little better; then the ‘busy’ set in. The combination of work, the holiday and my mother-in-law being in town (i.e. too much fun and too much drinking) have taken their toll. One would think that the disinfecting qualities found in alcohol would help fight off whatever was ailing me. I mean, damn, they use it in hand sanitizers. But that was not the case; I still have swollen glands and now my chest feels heavy. ‘Big sigh’…wait, ouch that hurts. So I made another visit to my GP today and in addition to getting another prescription for an antibiotic, I now have one for an inhaler.
Being sick and feeling like crap means I’ll miss spending the day tomorrow with my MIL and SIL. I put in for the day off of work weeks ago but I’m afraid if I don’t rest up I’ll never get rid of this. So instead of going out and having fun I’m throwing myself a little pity party. You’re all invited. I’ll be serving chicken soup with saltine crackers and lots of hot tea with honey. There’ll be party hats left over from last New Year’s Eve party, however there won’t be any of those noise makers…just an inhaler. And wear your comfy jammies and warm fuzzy socks, because I know I will.