Guys! I can hardly believe it's been over a week since I posted last. I certainly didn't intend to go silent for so long. Let's blame summer germs, yeah? Last Saturday, Asher and I both got a stomach bug that left us feeling gross and fatigued well into Tuesday. And just as the two of us were recovered, Josh caught it. So we've just been all kinds of sick around here.
So on this Saturday, Asher and I are back to normal, while Josh is still on the fringes of recovery. To catch you up, here is a list of mostly non-consequential things.
:: The week before last Josh went on his first-ever business trip. Asher and I took almost a staycation of sorts. I didn't make a single official dinner, and we watched more TV than is usual. Though if I had known that we would soon be couch-ridden with a stomach bug, I might have been more conservative in our media consumption.
:: While Josh was out of town I painted our master bedroom. Because we've all been sick, it's not quite put back together yet. But when it is I'll definitely show you pictures.
:: Two of my Facebook friends tagged me in a post featuring this video:
It's hilarious and wonderful. And it made me especially embarrassed to realize late yesterday afternoon that on my sewing blog I used where instead of wear. I was appalled at my lapse in proofreading, though I guess that goes to show that writing blog posts at midnight has its grammatical hazards.
:: I've been loving my summer reading. I've read six books since June and have listened to three more. Reading is just all sorts of delightful, isn't it? My favorite summer read so far is The Time in Between, followed closely by Attachments. Remember at the end of that summer I'll be posting another Twitterature update for all my summer reads. What have you been reading this summer?
Now I think I'll head back downstairs to finish up an episode of Curious George with my boys, which brings me back to the nagging question, What does The Man in the Yellow Hat DO?? I swear that question will bug me until the end of time.
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
7.19.2014
6.05.2014
waging a war
Readers, it's been a full-out war over here. It's nature versus the Wilsons. And nature has been winning.
My allergies have been hellish--think puffy, itchy eyes; runny, itchy nose; and itchy itchy throat hell. It's been awful. And then when I tried to pick up some Alavert-D at the pharmacy counter, Oregon denies me saying that in Oregon I need a prescription. I may or may not have teared up at the pharmacy counter and then proceeded to vilify this hippee-dippee state throughout the weekend.
And Asher fought an on-again-off-again fever for a week, finishing up with snot and coughing. And then on top of my allergies, I just picked up Asher's bug. So now that my allergies are finally under control (because you can bet your daily fountain drink that I got that damn prescription) I have sinuses full of never-ending snot. (TMI? Maybe? Nah.)
This whole past week has been full of children's TV programs, Cars, and too many tissues. (And does anyone else choke up when almost all of Radiator Springs shows up as Lightning McQueen's pit crew? And then when Lightning pushes the King to the finish line? Anyone? No? Well.)
And no one tells you that when your kid is sick for a week that you'll end up spending the next week reteaching all of those things you had previously conquered. Like falling asleep on your own. And not watching TV all day. And keeping the pacifier and blanket in your room. So pretty much your toddler's whole world falls apart once he's not sick enough to transcend Mom's house rules.
So.
What wars have you been fighting lately? Are you winning? Because I'm not sure I am.
*face palm*
My allergies have been hellish--think puffy, itchy eyes; runny, itchy nose; and itchy itchy throat hell. It's been awful. And then when I tried to pick up some Alavert-D at the pharmacy counter, Oregon denies me saying that in Oregon I need a prescription. I may or may not have teared up at the pharmacy counter and then proceeded to vilify this hippee-dippee state throughout the weekend.
And Asher fought an on-again-off-again fever for a week, finishing up with snot and coughing. And then on top of my allergies, I just picked up Asher's bug. So now that my allergies are finally under control (because you can bet your daily fountain drink that I got that damn prescription) I have sinuses full of never-ending snot. (TMI? Maybe? Nah.)
This whole past week has been full of children's TV programs, Cars, and too many tissues. (And does anyone else choke up when almost all of Radiator Springs shows up as Lightning McQueen's pit crew? And then when Lightning pushes the King to the finish line? Anyone? No? Well.)
And no one tells you that when your kid is sick for a week that you'll end up spending the next week reteaching all of those things you had previously conquered. Like falling asleep on your own. And not watching TV all day. And keeping the pacifier and blanket in your room. So pretty much your toddler's whole world falls apart once he's not sick enough to transcend Mom's house rules.
So.
What wars have you been fighting lately? Are you winning? Because I'm not sure I am.
*face palm*
5.30.2014
a curious train of thought
{Scene: Charlotte and a feverish Asher on the couch watching the sixth consecutive episode of Curious George. The following is an except of Charlotte's thoughts as she watches this children's program with which she is now very acquainted.}
How are The Man in the Yellow Hat's friends and neighbors okay with his owning a formerly wild monkey?
Doesn't he know that monkeys will rip off your face?
He must not have Facebook.
Otherwise he'd know these things.
I can't believe TMINYH actually thinks that when he says, "Be a good little monkey!" that George will actually behave.
George is a wild animal.
When TMITYH says he's "going to work" what does that mean?
What does TMITYH actually do for a living?
His career--whatever it is--must be profitable.
I mean, he and his pet monkey live in a city penthouse and have a second home in the country.
That doesn't make George or his guardian very relatable to the target audience.
How many kids do you know that have two posh pads?
I mean, come on. I wonder if TMITYH is part of the "one percent."
He must be.
How else can he afford to pay for the continual damage inflicted by his monkey-child?
And how does George get away with so many antics?
Seriously, if my child broke the city clock, I wouldn't laugh and smile and make a fake-mad face.
Damaging major city property has consequences, George!
And what kind of parent/guardian just lets their monkey-child roam the city with no one but a dog as a companion? I would never let my kid roam busy streets unsupervised.
Why has no one called Child Protective Services?
Maybe CPS doesn't deal with primates.
And let's not even get started on George's space explorations.
Who authorized that? And why does TMITYH get to go to space?
I restate, What does he do?
Where are the regulations here?
Apparently, these days anyone can go into space as long as you know your shapes like George.
What's going on between TMITYH and Professor Wiseman, anyway?
I wonder if they'll ever develop that plot line.
Because we all think it.
And what happens in George's later years?
Like when his country friend goes away to school, leaving George at home?
He'll end up that weird, awkward monkey-adult with no education and no friends, because all of his friends are humans who live real human lives and don't like their plumbing taken apart.
How long can you keep this up, George?
George isn't a great role model.
But there are worse role models for children.
Like Hannah Montana.
Or any other Disney star monstrosity.
So Curious George isn't so bad.
He's a little naughty.
But maybe that bit of childhood is relatable.
I mean, if the kids can look past George's affluent lifestyle, that is.
{End scene, because Charlotte has to get up to refill the Gatorade in Asher's sippee cup.}
How are The Man in the Yellow Hat's friends and neighbors okay with his owning a formerly wild monkey?
Doesn't he know that monkeys will rip off your face?
He must not have Facebook.
Otherwise he'd know these things.
I can't believe TMINYH actually thinks that when he says, "Be a good little monkey!" that George will actually behave.
George is a wild animal.
When TMITYH says he's "going to work" what does that mean?
What does TMITYH actually do for a living?
His career--whatever it is--must be profitable.
I mean, he and his pet monkey live in a city penthouse and have a second home in the country.
That doesn't make George or his guardian very relatable to the target audience.
How many kids do you know that have two posh pads?
I mean, come on. I wonder if TMITYH is part of the "one percent."
He must be.
How else can he afford to pay for the continual damage inflicted by his monkey-child?
And how does George get away with so many antics?
Seriously, if my child broke the city clock, I wouldn't laugh and smile and make a fake-mad face.
Damaging major city property has consequences, George!
And what kind of parent/guardian just lets their monkey-child roam the city with no one but a dog as a companion? I would never let my kid roam busy streets unsupervised.
Why has no one called Child Protective Services?
Maybe CPS doesn't deal with primates.
And let's not even get started on George's space explorations.
Who authorized that? And why does TMITYH get to go to space?
I restate, What does he do?
Where are the regulations here?
Apparently, these days anyone can go into space as long as you know your shapes like George.
What's going on between TMITYH and Professor Wiseman, anyway?
I wonder if they'll ever develop that plot line.
Because we all think it.
And what happens in George's later years?
Like when his country friend goes away to school, leaving George at home?
He'll end up that weird, awkward monkey-adult with no education and no friends, because all of his friends are humans who live real human lives and don't like their plumbing taken apart.
How long can you keep this up, George?
George isn't a great role model.
But there are worse role models for children.
Like Hannah Montana.
Or any other Disney star monstrosity.
So Curious George isn't so bad.
He's a little naughty.
But maybe that bit of childhood is relatable.
I mean, if the kids can look past George's affluent lifestyle, that is.
{End scene, because Charlotte has to get up to refill the Gatorade in Asher's sippee cup.}
11.13.2012
T minus 3 days
In three days the babe and I leave for Denver. (Josh will be joining us next week, since he doesn't have vacation time yet.)
In spite of my long to-do list this week, all three of us have been taken down by a small cold bug. Asher's case seems to be the most mild, but regardless it's relegated us to a pajama day.
Any tips for a baby with a cold? Any tips for traveling with a baby with a cold? Or traveling with a baby, period? (Just so you know where I stand on parent advice, know that I am not above drugging my child on the plane.)
In spite of my long to-do list this week, all three of us have been taken down by a small cold bug. Asher's case seems to be the most mild, but regardless it's relegated us to a pajama day.
Any tips for a baby with a cold? Any tips for traveling with a baby with a cold? Or traveling with a baby, period? (Just so you know where I stand on parent advice, know that I am not above drugging my child on the plane.)
1.08.2012
why I didn't go to church
I have the mother of all colds. This cold has lasted four weeks, people. That's a whole month.
I've spent my entire day either on the couch or in my bed watching episodes of Gilmore Girls, Parks and Recreation, White Collar, and Downton Abbey while alternating among knitting, resting, and blowing my nose over and over. This setup really isn't so bad except that I feel awful.
I couldn't even enjoy my chicken noodle soup for lunch because I can't taste a single thing. Even Eggo waffles.
Here's to a more taste-filled and less phlegm-congested day tomorrow. And let's keep the TV and knitting, please.
I've spent my entire day either on the couch or in my bed watching episodes of Gilmore Girls, Parks and Recreation, White Collar, and Downton Abbey while alternating among knitting, resting, and blowing my nose over and over. This setup really isn't so bad except that I feel awful.
I couldn't even enjoy my chicken noodle soup for lunch because I can't taste a single thing. Even Eggo waffles.
Here's to a more taste-filled and less phlegm-congested day tomorrow. And let's keep the TV and knitting, please.
11.18.2011
comfort food
I've been battling a chest cold this week, and instead of doing anything productive, all I really want to do is plop on the couch with some cream of wheat and hot chocolate and watch some Gilmore Girls.
So that's what I'm doing this morning.
That is, until I have to go to work at 11:00.
So that's what I'm doing this morning.
That is, until I have to go to work at 11:00.
3.22.2011
why I couldn't eat my dinner tonight
A couple of weeks ago I had some leftover Kraft mac and cheese for lunch. It did go for some time unrefrigerated, but it was only a day old. It should have been fine. Should have.
When I was eating it, I thought it tasted a little funny, but operating under the delusion that really it was fine, I kept eating. Eventually, after I'd eaten about half of it, I quit. Then my stomach hurt all afternoon. I left work as soon as the clock said I could, still feeling ill.
On my way to the train stop a few blocks away, my stomach started feeling more upset. Panicking, I realized that I was too far away from my office to run back. I looked around as my stomach ran out of time, and then I did the only thing I could think of: I vomited in a parking lot in downtown Portland. Not in a planter or trash can. A parking lot. A parking lot.
That was a low moment.
***
Fast forward to tonight. Last week we bought one of Costco's prepared food items to keep on hand for dinner. We had a steak-and-mashed-potatoes option last month and were impressed. Tonight when the chicken alfredo finished heating up in the oven, we tucked in, ready for some easy and tasty food. After only a couple of bites, however, I commented that the seasoning tasted a little funny. Then after another bite, the funny taste found definition: my mac-and-cheese disaster flashed in my mind, the picture of the soiled asphalt appearing clearly. I spat out my chicken and refused to eat another bite.
And that is why I couldn't finish my dinner tonight.
{To end on a funnier note, when I got sick in the Portland parking lot, a nice teenage boy stopped and asked if I was okay. I expressed concern about the state of the asphalt and asked if there was any city officer I could notify of the mess. I felt so trashy leaving my lunch there. The boy didn't look too sure of my question, but kindly answered, "Well, it does rain a lot here." Let's be so glad for that.}
When I was eating it, I thought it tasted a little funny, but operating under the delusion that really it was fine, I kept eating. Eventually, after I'd eaten about half of it, I quit. Then my stomach hurt all afternoon. I left work as soon as the clock said I could, still feeling ill.
On my way to the train stop a few blocks away, my stomach started feeling more upset. Panicking, I realized that I was too far away from my office to run back. I looked around as my stomach ran out of time, and then I did the only thing I could think of: I vomited in a parking lot in downtown Portland. Not in a planter or trash can. A parking lot. A parking lot.
That was a low moment.
***
Fast forward to tonight. Last week we bought one of Costco's prepared food items to keep on hand for dinner. We had a steak-and-mashed-potatoes option last month and were impressed. Tonight when the chicken alfredo finished heating up in the oven, we tucked in, ready for some easy and tasty food. After only a couple of bites, however, I commented that the seasoning tasted a little funny. Then after another bite, the funny taste found definition: my mac-and-cheese disaster flashed in my mind, the picture of the soiled asphalt appearing clearly. I spat out my chicken and refused to eat another bite.
And that is why I couldn't finish my dinner tonight.
{To end on a funnier note, when I got sick in the Portland parking lot, a nice teenage boy stopped and asked if I was okay. I expressed concern about the state of the asphalt and asked if there was any city officer I could notify of the mess. I felt so trashy leaving my lunch there. The boy didn't look too sure of my question, but kindly answered, "Well, it does rain a lot here." Let's be so glad for that.}
2.10.2010
taking it easy
Last night I should have finished reading The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde . . . but instead I watched this
while I made this
and waited for this
Yes, he will watch "Gilmore Girls" with me without being under too much duress.
while I made this
and waited for this
so he could eat what I made while we watch this.
Yes, he will watch "Gilmore Girls" with me without being under too much duress.
2.04.2010
1.27.2010
good intentions
I was walking through the Wilk and saw a sign for blood donations—good idea, right? I'm a proponent of donating blood when you can, and I've done it several times before. This was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and so I went up to the room indicated on the poster, answered all the questions about where I've been in the past ten years and any sexual encounters with homosexual men (what the?), came out clean, and donated my blood for the good of mankind.
Imagine how surprised I was when I sat down to eat some pretzels and fill out the Red Cross survey and passed out. Very. I haven't passed out since the sixth grade when Mom was putting hot rollers in my hair. I woke up half lying on the chair next to me with a couple donations workers gently trying to wake me up. I then lay on the chairs for about five to ten minutes feeling woozy and hot and sick to my stomach before I felt able to sit up and eat some pretzels. . . . And then I almost passed out again—sitting mind you—but I caught it in time to just lie back down.
Weird, no? I've done this several times before and have never passed out. After a few more pretzels and a small can of chilled orange juice I felt able to be on my way. I've felt a little funny and pretty fatigued this afternoon, but no more fainting spells to report. Needless to say, I will not be donating more blood in the near future. I had good intentions, but clearly those didn't see me through today.
10.24.2009
The Charlotte Diet
These pants were always kind of loose, but after my cyst/surgery/excruciating pain/no appetite summer, I look like I could be on a diet commercial.
And in case you were wondering, yes, I can take off these pants without unbuttoning or unzipping.
And in case you were wondering, yes, I can take off these pants without unbuttoning or unzipping.
8.25.2009
Sickly: Brief Update
I had my surgery today. It went well. So far the recovery has gone well. I'm a little swollen and a little achy but am loving the Percocet. I slept a lot today and cried when I woke up from the anesthesia because I didn't know where my parents were. Mom brought my rag of a teddy bear with her to the recovery room. That was pretty awesome. I have an appetite and had homemade chicken noodle soup for dinner, and I might have a piece of birthday cake in a minute. Emily and I are watching Winning London in a minute; convalescence is perfect for Mary Kate and Ashley. But I'm doing well and should feel fine to drive out to UT on Thursday.
Phew. Surgery is over.
Phew. Surgery is over.
8.22.2009
Six for Saturday
1. I ordered my books online. Some are from Amazon, and some I'm letting the bookstore employees gather for me. Since the BYU Bookstore organized the textbook section by author instead of by course (dumbest decision--seriously), I refuse to navigate my way through that chaos.
2. I'm starting to pack up my stuff. Weird. There's not too much to pack since most of my stuff is in the storage unit in Provo. And, oh yeah, I have to have it all packed by tonight, pretty much. See point 3.
3. **Potential TMI, FYI** I need surgery. I went for a follow-up ultrasound to check up on my cyst, and it's bigger. Tuesday morning at 5:45, I'll be checking into Lutheran Hospital for my procedure at 7:30. It shouldn't be a big deal, but I'm a little nervous. And recovery time will cut it close with moving in to my new apartment. Good thing I have a big, strong dad who can carry everything up the stairs for me.
4. My insurance status with my parents' insurance changes when I turn 22. Good thing the operation is on the last day I'm 21.
5. I bought some new MAC colors with a giftcard. That deserves a post entirely to itself. Wait for it.
6. I'm turning 22 next week, but because my birthday is the day before we're leaving (plus now we're leaving only a couple days after I go under the knife), I decided to observe my birthday on Monday. That'll be the quit-life day and the birthday dinner night.
Happy Saturday :)
2. I'm starting to pack up my stuff. Weird. There's not too much to pack since most of my stuff is in the storage unit in Provo. And, oh yeah, I have to have it all packed by tonight, pretty much. See point 3.
3. **Potential TMI, FYI** I need surgery. I went for a follow-up ultrasound to check up on my cyst, and it's bigger. Tuesday morning at 5:45, I'll be checking into Lutheran Hospital for my procedure at 7:30. It shouldn't be a big deal, but I'm a little nervous. And recovery time will cut it close with moving in to my new apartment. Good thing I have a big, strong dad who can carry everything up the stairs for me.
4. My insurance status with my parents' insurance changes when I turn 22. Good thing the operation is on the last day I'm 21.
5. I bought some new MAC colors with a giftcard. That deserves a post entirely to itself. Wait for it.
6. I'm turning 22 next week, but because my birthday is the day before we're leaving (plus now we're leaving only a couple days after I go under the knife), I decided to observe my birthday on Monday. That'll be the quit-life day and the birthday dinner night.
Happy Saturday :)
7.18.2009
sickly
**I'm going to pull a Jessie and give a TMI warning on this post. Feel free to stop here if you want. I'm going to keep things pretty general, but some of this you may not have wanted to know. Just so you know.**
It all started back in December when I felt ill for a couple of days over break. I had intense abdominal pain that I connected with my period. I'd never had cramps that bad, but I thought that it was a combination of regular cramps, horrible-yet-delicious sugary holiday diet, and having blood in my stomach from a particularly nasty bloody nose. In February, the pain came back. In April, it came back again.
And let me clarify--this pain is not just uncomfortable cramps. I'm resigned to huddling on the couch or bed painfully trying to find a position that minimizes the pain that never completely goes away. I sit with the heating pad on and occasionally throw up. I'm completely incapacitated for at least two days. This is a problem.
I went to the doctor for a physical and brought up my concerns. He said that sometimes stress brings on more intense cramps and to call if it happens again. Great. . . . So two weeks later I'm in again, and the doctor issues a prescription. He said that it often takes a couple months for the hormones to work on bad cramps.
Come June, I'm in Utah visiting a friend and find myself lying on his family's bathroom floor huddled in the fetal position two feet away from my own vomit making a hysterical phone call to my mom. Worst pain I've ever experienced. Ever. The next day I was more functional but still in pain, threw up five times that morning, and still moved as little as possible. And even though I was able to get around okay the next few days (I was able to fly home when scheduled), I still felt sick and weak through mid-week.
So I called the doctor again. A nurse called me back and said to come in for an ultrasound if it happens again. Awesome. Because I really want to go through that again. Thanks.
So, last Tuesday. It was the most mild episode yet, but still. I had to give up my ticket to the midnight showing of the new Harry Potter movie and spent the whole next day on the couch still in pain and feeling nauseous. This time Mom called the doctor, and he got me into a clinic for an ultrasound. It looks like I have an ovarian cyst, but he referred me to another doctor to confirm. At least I have a prescription for Vicodin at the ready in case I'm violently ill again.
And to top it all off, in Costco today, I started getting the migraine-y visual disturbance, aura thing, for which I downed two Excedrin. The funny wavy colored peripheral aura is gone, but I still feel funny.
What the hell.
It all started back in December when I felt ill for a couple of days over break. I had intense abdominal pain that I connected with my period. I'd never had cramps that bad, but I thought that it was a combination of regular cramps, horrible-yet-delicious sugary holiday diet, and having blood in my stomach from a particularly nasty bloody nose. In February, the pain came back. In April, it came back again.
And let me clarify--this pain is not just uncomfortable cramps. I'm resigned to huddling on the couch or bed painfully trying to find a position that minimizes the pain that never completely goes away. I sit with the heating pad on and occasionally throw up. I'm completely incapacitated for at least two days. This is a problem.
I went to the doctor for a physical and brought up my concerns. He said that sometimes stress brings on more intense cramps and to call if it happens again. Great. . . . So two weeks later I'm in again, and the doctor issues a prescription. He said that it often takes a couple months for the hormones to work on bad cramps.
Come June, I'm in Utah visiting a friend and find myself lying on his family's bathroom floor huddled in the fetal position two feet away from my own vomit making a hysterical phone call to my mom. Worst pain I've ever experienced. Ever. The next day I was more functional but still in pain, threw up five times that morning, and still moved as little as possible. And even though I was able to get around okay the next few days (I was able to fly home when scheduled), I still felt sick and weak through mid-week.
So I called the doctor again. A nurse called me back and said to come in for an ultrasound if it happens again. Awesome. Because I really want to go through that again. Thanks.
So, last Tuesday. It was the most mild episode yet, but still. I had to give up my ticket to the midnight showing of the new Harry Potter movie and spent the whole next day on the couch still in pain and feeling nauseous. This time Mom called the doctor, and he got me into a clinic for an ultrasound. It looks like I have an ovarian cyst, but he referred me to another doctor to confirm. At least I have a prescription for Vicodin at the ready in case I'm violently ill again.
And to top it all off, in Costco today, I started getting the migraine-y visual disturbance, aura thing, for which I downed two Excedrin. The funny wavy colored peripheral aura is gone, but I still feel funny.
What the hell.
9.24.2008
Good morning, Charlotte--I'm your migraine
That's how I woke up this morning. Throbbing pain in the left side of my head, nausea, attempting to squash my pain by digging my head deeper into the pillow. Up and at 'em, right?
Semi-remedy: pop a couple of heavy painkillers, crawl back to bed and listen to Harry Potter for a hour, feel somewhat better, get up, get to class late.
Traces of the headache are still there, unfortunately. I've been flaky all day: I forgot the textbook I needed for my oral presentation today in editing, I forgot to print up my final draft for my editing news blurb, I didn't have time to finish my Jane Eyre reading.
I'd rather have the flu.
Semi-remedy: pop a couple of heavy painkillers, crawl back to bed and listen to Harry Potter for a hour, feel somewhat better, get up, get to class late.
Traces of the headache are still there, unfortunately. I've been flaky all day: I forgot the textbook I needed for my oral presentation today in editing, I forgot to print up my final draft for my editing news blurb, I didn't have time to finish my Jane Eyre reading.
I'd rather have the flu.
8.22.2008
I'm taking the offensive
John came home from school a few days ago with a nasty cold and then spent the next two days sick at home. Mom and I both woke up this morning with hints of sore throats and runny noses: it's time to take action. I have quite a busy week ahead of me what with my birthday, packing, and going back to school. I don't have time to be sick this week.
I was sneezing a bit last night, and I wasn't sure if it was allergies or what John had, but I didn't want to take any chances, and so I took a vitamin B/C supplement last night before I went to bed, just in case. I woke up this morning, and it looks like a cold is the case. I popped another B/C supplement, and then ran to the store before work to grab tubes of Airborne for Mom and me. (I know that studies have been done that show that Airborne and vitamins don't really do anything and that it's silly to spend your money on such gimmicks, that it's all in your head; however, I am a-okay with Airborne working psychologically for me. I don't care if it's all in my head as long as my cold goes away. So, I continue to be mental and take Airborne.) I've been taking Airborne and my vitamins religiously today, because I do not want to be sick, especially right now.
I'm taking the offensive: this cold will not win. I will win.
I was sneezing a bit last night, and I wasn't sure if it was allergies or what John had, but I didn't want to take any chances, and so I took a vitamin B/C supplement last night before I went to bed, just in case. I woke up this morning, and it looks like a cold is the case. I popped another B/C supplement, and then ran to the store before work to grab tubes of Airborne for Mom and me. (I know that studies have been done that show that Airborne and vitamins don't really do anything and that it's silly to spend your money on such gimmicks, that it's all in your head; however, I am a-okay with Airborne working psychologically for me. I don't care if it's all in my head as long as my cold goes away. So, I continue to be mental and take Airborne.) I've been taking Airborne and my vitamins religiously today, because I do not want to be sick, especially right now.
I'm taking the offensive: this cold will not win. I will win.
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