Hello I Am Sick

Over the weekend a wee little pioneer snot monster quietly crawled up into my sinuses and is now in the process of building a giant snot city with millions of tiny snot inhabitants. While most of them seem quite happy to be packed in there so tightly my eyeballs are soon to pop out, many have undertaken the Great Journey South out of my nose, populating the ever growing Kleenex Town that is piling up beside my bed. Still others are forging northward, and I think they may be trying to create a path directly from Sinus City up through my brain and out my ears. I find this painful.

Right now I am lying in bed, miserable and whiny, while my darling husband watches the girls downstairs. He is letting me rest this morning, but he has to go in to work in T minus fifteen minutes so the countdown to Crappy Day of Suck has begun. He has also supplied me with a dazzling array of drugs on my bedside table, so I am off now to make out with my Sudafed and Ibuprofen bottles, and hopefully with their help I can make it through. At least I am not puking like some other people I know. Wish me luck.