Once again it is 1:30 in the morning and I am up coughing. I have had what started out as an ear infection and bronchitis and moved to an epic sinus infection for the entire month of May. If you wonder where I have been, it has been here coughing my head off.
I am blaming this on Ryan. He likes to snuggle with me and then cough in my face. His body is a petri dish of kindergarten germs. His immune system can handle it after being immersed in it day after day after day. I, on the other hand, am a fragile flower that works from home and hardly ever engages in activity outside of this cocoon I call home. Those kids, while being cute and loving and oh so affectionate, are also really gross. They openly pick their noses and other body parts. They like to see, touch, smell and taste everything. They do not believe in personal space, and have never heard of the rule against close talking. In fact, they can never really get close enough to you.
Coughing is a wholly unsatisfying task. I feel like I want to stick a pipe cleaner into my right lung and scratch the living daylights out of it. It is like the itch on the middle of your back that no matter what body contortion you try, you just can't reach, but you know if someone could scratch it for you, it would be like the best fireworks display ever. (I would have used a different analogy, but my 12 year old reads this blog.) It is exhausting to me, and irritating to those around me. I know that if Dave was sick this long I would have lost all sympathy weeks ago. Oh who am I trying to kid. I am sympathetic for the first 3 days. For the second three days I am tolerant. After that I am a passive aggressive caretaker rolling my eyes at his pain and suffering while huffing and puffing at the extra work it is causing me.
I am so tired from coughing that tonight I let Dave go and purchase my new stove, wait for it, without me. I had picked it out a few weeks ago. No, I was not crazy enough to let him pick it. I would have either gotten a one burner apartment special, or I would have ended up with the top of the line gourmet one if I had let him pick it. You can never tell which way he will go with something like this. I did give him carte blanche to pick a range to go over the stove, but they are being held up due to a new design. Can't wait to see what that will be, since I thought if you saw one range cover you had seen them all.
If anyone would like to share a coughing remedy that is not Robitussin or Mucinex, I am all ears. My old stand-bys have let me down. I have a lot of fun things coming up and this has gone on long enough.