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I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired!

My hubby and son had The Cold From Hell last week (102-degree fever, chills, sniffling, coughs, nausea), and out of the goodness of their hearts (?!), they passed it on to me.

I asked my son why he didn't just buy me something from the mall instead. His answer (in his sweetest voice): "I wanted to MAKE you something!"

Gee, thanks, kid.

Pass the Kleenex.

I slept for several days to try to shake this thing. I had also promised to work the Caroline Kennedy event, so I figured I had a deadline for getting well.

I made the event and did my job, but was still low-energy. Stumbling home, I spent the rest of the weekend in bed. (No, not the fun way.) Two quick errands -- one to the Judge of Elections and one to the grocery store -- wiped me out again.

Now it's Monday morning, and I'm still snuffling and coughing and feeling weak as the proverbial kitten. The election is one week and one day away, and I want to be well yesterday!

Wow, all this bitching, moaning and complaining is exhausting -- I'm going to sleep!

I hope none of you came down with this; it's the pits.

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(Anonymous)
Apr. 14th, 2008 07:18 pm (UTC)
From Maria
My whole family passed it around a few weeks ago. Sick as dogs...

I still shudder when I see that Mucus guy on those Mucinex commercials...
(Anonymous)
Apr. 14th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
WOW, you got to work at a Caroline Kennedy event? How cool.

Sorry you've been sick. Spring is coming and less sickness.


Teri
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