Well, I survived another day. And, you'll be happy to learn that I did take a shower. I even went to the store for supplies. Of course, when I got home, I collapsed, but still, it's progress, right?
I really appreciate all the good advice about what remedies work best for you. I really am feeling just a little bit better, even though Hallie told me I sounded like crap (thanks, sweetie, I love you, too!). She also told me that I needed some tough love and that you all were being WAY TOO NICE TO ME.
I beg to differ. The people in my house do not care if I am sick. They probably don't even notice that I am sick until there are no clean clothes or dishes or food. Now, before you get all mad at them, I have to say that this is my own fault. I have conditioned them to expect that I will forge ahead, taking care of everyone and everything, regardless of my own mood, health or attitude. If I point out that I am sick and need their help, they'll provide it. They just won't think to OFFER it. And my Catholic upbringing causes me to suffer in SILENCE. Pathetic? Maybe, but I can't help myself.
So, your well wishes and good advice and kind comments are COMPLETELY APPROPRIATE not to mention really appreciated!
I finally am almost caught up on my bloggy friends. Reading about what's going on in your world has made mine brighter. Some of you are also sick, and I send you my warmest wishes for speedy recoveries, and this advice: Drink lots of fluids, rest, and read blogs. It'll make you feel better.
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