The Plague

Whatever Jeff brought home from that hell has manifested itself inside of my body and disguised itself as The Plague.

Poor baby is still coughing and sneezing and producing a fuckton of snot.  He is telling us when he needs a tissue instead of blowing it everywhere.  It's a work in progress.  Then again, he is 3.  Rob found a homeopathic cough medicine for him and it seems to work.  It looks and smells like fucking motor oil, but it's helping him rest and get some sleep.  I got him down for a nap a little big ago.  An hour is better than nothing.

Me, on the other hand, aches everywhere, feeling the pain in my knee and hip like noone's business.  My head is going to explode and I wish the sinus pressure would give up already.  I had trouble getting down the stairs earlier so I just took some ultram.  I'm sick of taking pain meds.  I want my herbal goodies back.  The zyflamend worked WONDERS for the pain.  Hoping it will only be one more month that I'm on this rat poison. 

Rob went out about 3 hours ago to get wipes from Target and filters from the furnace.  And cold medicine that's "safe" for me to take.  I really wonder why it's taking 3 fucking hours.  I need to take a hot shower and go to bed and get some rest in preparation for being up all damn night with a sick kid again.  Mommy's don't have time to get sick.

I hope everyone is well, just wanted to check in.