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WARNING!!!! This post contains Too Much Information!!!

Seriously. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!!

I hate being sick. Ok, so I guess everyone does, but I really, really hate it.

I think all of this crazy weather gave me the crud.

And I am just not happy about it.

It gets worse as you get older too. After having kids and all that jazz crazy things happen to your body. And mine isn’t in the best of shape to begin with. So, I am sitting here whining that my back hurts, I have heart burn and I have the crud. Every time I cough or sneeze I tense up because either it is going to send pains shooting down my back or I am going to pee my pants. Yeah, I told you it was TMI. Then I have to change change clothes once again which causes more laundry. That leads to feeling even worse because I hate laundry as much as I hate being sick. I don’t really mind washing and drying it, I just despise folding it and putting it away.

So, to try to keep from coughing and sneezing so much…I took some medicine. That makes you have dry mouth…which in turn causes me to drink lots more water…which in turn fills my already weak bladder…which in turn causes me to pee my pants even worse.

It is such a nasty cycle.

And I am sorry…but I did warn you.

I just really needed to whine.

Bric’s tired of hearing it… so that is how you got roped into listening.

Next time I say WARNING…you might want to listen.

 

 

 

Sniffle, hack, cough, sneeze, moan, groan. That is what we are doing. It started last week with Erin. She wasn’t feeling well but constantly has sinus issues which is what we chaulked it up to. The early this week Tate started. Then I started but held it off. Then Bric got the sickest and then it hit me again. We officially have the Crud!

Sore throats, congestion, body aches, fever.

It has been miserable.

And the worst of it is that Bric is the worst person in the world to be sick. I am not even sure he can stand himself because it is hard for us to stand him. Of course the old saying that men are big babies…it is true. He moans and huffs and puffs at every move. Me, I have to get on up and do laundry and dishes and fix food. The dogs have to be taken out. The kids have to be checked on. I don’t have the luxury of staying n bed for 2 days straight.

So, I sit here and ache and sniff and sneeze and cough and hope like heck a lung isn’t the next thing to come flying out of my body and wishing like everything I was on a Costa Rica vacation with no kids, no dogs and no husband. Just me and a good book where I could lay in the sun and relish the fact that I had no one to take care of but myself.

 

I am sore from coughing so much. I think I might actually cough up a lung. I really really HATE being sick. I am terrible about taking medicine. That makes it much harder to get well. You should see my little tv stand, it is covered in tissues. My house is a total wreck. I have much better things to do than be sick. It is all this crazy weathers fault. It needs to decide if it is going to be warm or downright freezing. I can handle either. I really can. I won’t even care at this point…just choose one and stick to it for a bit. Not 65 one day and 30 the next. If I live through this…I have an anniversary coming up. My one year blogerversary. Should we celebrate? I will have to think of something special. I will see you tomorrow if my lungs don’t come spewing out over the next few hours. Yeah, nice thought huh…but it is the way I feel. Just wanted to share.

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