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.
7:00 pm Re-read a good book while high on cough medicine.
8:00 Feed this bundle of love.
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!!