The news of the day is that I am in rough shape. I still have the Clu (I must say B-Dubya, I am looking forward to being Clu-less). I started having struggles with robust coughing spasms a couple of days ago, but now they are getting worse and worse. My lower abs are strained I have been coughing so violently (that is not how I want to exercise my abs). Between blowing my nose and coughing myself into a frenzy, a stomachache set in. Uff-dah.
Mike thinks I should take something that knocks me out so that I can get a good night’s rest, but I don’t typically take those types of medication. All my years as a single mom left me with the imprint that I needed to be alert at a moment’s notice even in the middle of the night – just in case. As such, medication such as Nyquil are out of the question. Instead, I think I will opt for the wildly sexy VapoRub and hope that I can get some rest. Such is the magic of my life…I know…I really need my own reality show.
Day one thousand two hundred and forty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da