Today’s post is going to be short and sweet, friends.
I have caught what appears to be viril rhinitis…known to the average layperson as the “common cold.” Doesn’t the addition of italics make something appear so much more important? I’ve been attempting to relay this very thing to Jer all day but he isn’t hearing it.
“You’ve got a cold, Mindy. You’ll be fine.”
“But, Jer. It’s viril rhinitis.”
“Yeah. A cold. The common cold.” Shoot. He figured out the italics thing.
I’ve been sitting here all day long sneezing, coughing, wheezing and whining. My family has all decided, wisely, to steer clear of me. Even the little one has learned totake a very wide path around my perch on the couch. He quickly ascertained that getting tooclose to me requireshim to listen to mypathetic whimpering and complaining about the torturous symptoms of a runny nose and itchy throat. And he’s three. You see how bad it is? I’m complaining about my draining sinuses, puss-filled lungs and scratchy throat to a three year-old whose current threshold of comprehension peaks at words like “poop” and “pee’.
In other words…I’m miserable.
So, I am going to drink plenty of fluids (does rum count as a “fluid”?) and get plenty of rest. And you already know how I feel about naps. For the sake of a speedy and healthy recovery, I will take a short break from posting my daily recap of the stimulating details of my life and come back tomorrow with a renewedvitality and vigor.