Seasons 5 & 6 of Red Dwarf arrived on Thursday, which normally would be a cause for celebration. But I was too sick for Red Dwarf. However last night I thought my stomach was up to some Rimmer and Lister. We went to bed and I took a veritable drug cocktail. I hate taking drugs normally. I really, really hate taking them when pregnant. I realized about 20 minutes after taking them that the Sudafed was part of the problem. A big part. You see, it dries the membranes so that breathing, through any of the relevant orifices, hurts. Sure you CAN breathe through your nose… if you’re willing to put up with the stabbing pains. (And that’s with the humidifier going full-bore.) Great. 3 hours and 40 minutes of stabbing pains to go. I woke up a few times during the night, but rougly half as much as last night. And then this morning — nominally — a wonderful thing happened. We woke up. And discovered that it was 11:20.
Now, on a NORMAL Sunday this would be the cause for apoplexy, since we’d be roughly 3 hours late to teach Sunday School. But this weekend we were supposed to go to New York. (Ha ha!) So we’d taken care of our class already. So today, for the first Sunday since probably mid-Summer, we are at home and not at church. This is good. I’m not up for Sunday School. Anyway, I don’t remember being awake for any of the period between roughly 7 and 11 when one might consider it appropriate to get up, which means that I got at least 4 hours of high quality uninterrupted sleep. Not that this means I’m not currently considering taking a little nap, but it was good.
I’m feeling better this morning. The cold seems to have moved mostly out of my head (just some odds and ends to clean up there) and taken residence in my chest, where I presume it will remain for roughly the next 3 months. I did NOT throw up brushing my teeth this morning for the first time since Wednesday. I might even be able to, you know, *do* something today. Not much of something, but a little something.
And there’s baseball on the radio. (Happy sigh.)
Unfortunately, and strongly on the down side, my husband is inevitably coming down with the plague. I’m assuming it will be a different thing for him (no vomiting, for example), but he has all my sympathy. And he is at a really bad spot in work to be taking sick time — taking Friday off to take me to the ER was bad enough. Poor guy. While I’m not quite healthy enough to be as great a nurse to him as he was to me, at least I’m improving to the point where I don’t need much more nursing.
Spring had better be more fun than winter was.
My Truant Pen 