I just know you all have been on pins and needles waiting to find out how things went with my respiratory bug after Day 6. I am here to meet that need, folks.
Day 7: My eyes feel like they've been over-inflated by an imp with a bicycle tire pump. Another imp is alternating using a hot pointy stick and a feather duster on my sinuses. My neck feels like my shirt collar suddenly shrank.. And my teeth are aching so much I have actually taken Tylenol, which is not a decision I make lightly. I'm still coughing; the kind of cough that sneaks up and grabs you without giving you a chance to even take a breath so you can cough and shakes you like it's a dog and you're a favourite dog toy.
Day 8: Still coughing, but cautiously optimistic about having a future counted in more than hours. That's good, because I'm going to need that time to grow new skin on the raw places (nose, eyebags, lips, and hands).
Day 9: Aside from the coughing (probably something to do with my asthma) I'm going to trust (and knock on wood) that I'm on the mend now and no more diary updates will be needed. *knocks a few extra times just to be sure* *and then a few more times because I really want to be getting better* Leaving the cats wondering why I'm not answering the door.
And now for more funnies! I've been collecting these from icanhas.cheezburger for quite awhile but since I've usually only been posting on Poetry Mondays, I haven't used them. Enjoy!
And since it is, after all, Friday . . .
Wishing everyone a great weekend :)