Candi (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} angelfalling) wrote,@ 2008-05-12 09:12:00 |
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Oh mucus, oh mucus, oh how I hate thy mucus...
It's official. I'm sick as a dog. I'm fighting it but I think for all of our sakes (and my dry burning throat and sinuses) I'm finally getting a humidifier today. I also just realized that I'm getting paid for my work from Hugh (I forgot about it really) and doing the conversions realized its nearly $400. God I love the US dollar. It makes budgeting so much easier for us.
Anyways, humidifier. It's so ridiculously dry in our house that it isn't helping matters. Jane is such a trooper, go breastmilk. She has a running nose and that's about it. She's breaking teeth through so I think she is more concerned with that than with us and our colds. Cormac was sick for you know, a day. It's not fair. I haven't been sick for MONTHS and I start eating healthy and cycling and then I end up sick. Is there no justice in the world? I was thinking of going to the doctor but in reality what good will it do. Antibiotics might not do anything if its just viral. I'm taking some GSE and I'll put some drops in the Neti pot tonight to see if it helps. I'm not optimistic. Overall I don't want to get on the place with this amount of congestion... or with Jane congested, for that matter.
I'm going into town later with Jane if we are both feeling up to it. I want some Jump Juice. It makes me feel good. I ate like crap yesterday (and didn't eat much) and had a drink (went walked to the Cotton Mill for Sunday lunch with Tommy), so I've only myself to blame there. It was Mother's Day in the US yesterday so it wasn't anything special here. I certainly got no recognition outside of a few facebook/LJ messages-- oh well. It's just Mother's Day. I'm going to call my mom today. She has church Sunday mornings (*eyeroll*) and We were then gone, came home and took a nap, and Jane was napping a lot in my arms so I didn't get a chance. I just spoke to her several times this week, though, so I think I'm okay. lol. It's 9 days until Florida.
Jane has awoken, so more later.
It's official. I'm sick as a dog. I'm fighting it but I think for all of our sakes (and my dry burning throat and sinuses) I'm finally getting a humidifier today. I also just realized that I'm getting paid for my work from Hugh (I forgot about it really) and doing the conversions realized its nearly $400. God I love the US dollar. It makes budgeting so much easier for us.
Anyways, humidifier. It's so ridiculously dry in our house that it isn't helping matters. Jane is such a trooper, go breastmilk. She has a running nose and that's about it. She's breaking teeth through so I think she is more concerned with that than with us and our colds. Cormac was sick for you know, a day. It's not fair. I haven't been sick for MONTHS and I start eating healthy and cycling and then I end up sick. Is there no justice in the world? I was thinking of going to the doctor but in reality what good will it do. Antibiotics might not do anything if its just viral. I'm taking some GSE and I'll put some drops in the Neti pot tonight to see if it helps. I'm not optimistic. Overall I don't want to get on the place with this amount of congestion... or with Jane congested, for that matter.
I'm going into town later with Jane if we are both feeling up to it. I want some Jump Juice. It makes me feel good. I ate like crap yesterday (and didn't eat much) and had a drink (went walked to the Cotton Mill for Sunday lunch with Tommy), so I've only myself to blame there. It was Mother's Day in the US yesterday so it wasn't anything special here. I certainly got no recognition outside of a few facebook/LJ messages-- oh well. It's just Mother's Day. I'm going to call my mom today. She has church Sunday mornings (*eyeroll*) and We were then gone, came home and took a nap, and Jane was napping a lot in my arms so I didn't get a chance. I just spoke to her several times this week, though, so I think I'm okay. lol. It's 9 days until Florida.
Jane has awoken, so more later.
