More Bleh
So I officially have the worst cold it has been my non-pleasure to have for several years. And I’m out of kleenex. Yes, I know tp works, but really, I prefer kleenex. But who drives to town just for kleenex when they feel this cruddy?
So, yeah. Doc gave me sleeping pills. So why did I take one and lay awake for a couple hours last night? Stupid cold. I couldn’t breathe. Breathing is even more important than sleeping. Hubby’s home and I felt like all my snuffling was keeping him awake so I eventually went downstairs and slept on the couch. I’m here to tell you that while the sleeping pill did not magically induce sleep, it DID render navigating the staircase into an adventure.
Hubby’s gone to town for kleenex. Oh, and a couple other things. Can’t remember what.
Poor baby! I hope you feel better soon. I don’t want to think about that journey down the stairs (I didn’t dare say,’trip’).
Thanks. I had a better sleep last night, so I may live through this yet.
Were you over at my house using my phone or drinking from one of my daughter’s glasses?
We had a horrible unhealthy winter–yeeesh! Hope you doing better!