There are a
few things that I’m terrible at.
Wrapping gifts is one. I’m sure
Gigi’s teacher thought she wrapped her own exchange gift for their party today,
but nope. It was all me. I’m also terrible at painting. As in, the walls. Well, now that I think about it, also as in
art. I’m terrible at water skiing and/or
knee boarding, etc. I love tubing, and
all things water but I can’t get up on skis.
Picture a water buffalo attempting to pull himself up on skis, and that’s
a pretty accurate picture. Anyway, it is
what it is, right?
The thing
that I’m MOST terrible out is evident to me right at this moment. I’m terrible at being sick. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a whiney
butt or what, but this stinks. I was
fine yesterday. I went to the basketball
game with a slight sore throat, and by the time I got home I thought I was
dying. Simply swallowing was almost
enough to make me cry. I literally slept
with my head hanging off the side of the bed, face down, so the drool could run
out into a puddle and I wouldn’t have to swallow as much. Gross, yes.
Necessary? Well, obviously. I mean who really wants a pool of drool
beside their bed.
The good
news is I didn’t die. I made it to the
urgent care this morning, got a shot in the butt and some good drugs. I came home, slept almost 3 hours, and I am
already feeling better. I still have a really
sore throat, but I can deal with a typical sore throat. It’s that oh-my-gosh-I-think-I-swallowed-a-pregnant-porcupine
feeling that I have a problem with.
I’m planning
to get my kids to bed early (I haven’t told them yet), drink some hot
chocolate, soak in a hot tub of bubbles and get 8 hours of sleep. If I can manage even ONE of those, I should
be a whole new person by tomorrow. I’ll
let you know… J
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