I only carry it around when my nose is in constant turmoil. It’s a good thing the good stuff was on sale. It REALLY is like little quilts. I never paid much attention to it until I took a picture…

So, how did this day go?

6:00 Alarm goes off. And I mutter some form of whine that doesn’t actually make a sound since my throat and vocal cords are on strike. Whatever sound came out freaked out Frankie and he ran.

8:00 Arrive at school. I’m leaving out 2 hours of snot, whining, coughing up chewable green blobs, and attempting to shower and dress.

10:00 Yeah, I’m not doing this. It’s too depressing.

*Fast forward to 4:00pm*

4:00: The doctor’s dianosis “you’re a big mess!”. Whatever, give me the good stuff. 3 more shots, some scary sounding anitbiotics for stubborn sinus infections/rebound infections, good narcs, and enough mucous thinner to deplete the frog population on Duck Dynasty.

6:00 Enjoy Eucalyptus in all possible forms except, of course, the natural plant form.

7:00 pm Re-read a good book while high on cough medicine.

8:00 Feed this bundle of love.

(he refuses to be showcased in black/white. It’s in his contract)

9:00 The steroid shots have kicked in. Massive cleaning project underway as tiger blood zips through me. Frankie hides.

                   *image not taken due to severe case of housecleaning ADHD*

10:00 Sit down to write a blog post 2 years in the making. And then cry. Which brings back the head congestion. SMH.

12:00 am. Crash……into me. That’s the song going through my head for some reason.

Sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock and sweet you roll…

Two days until Twisted Ankle!!

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