How are you? I am sick. Not just sick. Sick, SICK, SICK! The kind that lasts for days and leaves you flat on your back in bed wishing for the sweet release of a NyQuil coma. Yes. That sick.
Keith was down with a cold for most of the week before we left for Arkansas. I did my best to avoid catching it, but the night before we left it was pretty obvious it had caught me. By Thanksgiving, I was a wreck. I ate dinner, then went back to the hotel and totally crashed out for the rest of the day. Friday, I seemed to be doing better. Saturday, we left, and I thought the worst was behind me.
Sunday, I felt worse than ever before and just stayed in bed with Chiquito curled beside me. Yesterday, Keith called our doctor for some meds, while I stayed in bed. I'm starting to feel better today, but I am sick of coughing and wheezing like an old bagpipe. Also my head still hurts.
Needless to say, this has pretty well screwed up my week. I still haven't even unpacked yet! Hopefully, I'll be a little more back in the swing of things tomorrow.
In the meantime, I'm going to take more meds and go back to bed.