Well, I think crap feels better than me.
So, I’ve been taking it easy since we got home a week ago. Do the minimal things. Laundry, litterboxes, keeping the kitchen clean. I’ve been resting.
Last night, around seven, after dinner, Brian says “you should take the cough medicine now, then another dose right before you go to bed”. I think this is a good idea. I take the cough medicine.
Then, before we went to bed, I took another dose.
Oh, my God, I was bouncing off of the walls. I was wired. I also consider that this stuff has some sort of diuretic in it, as I have to pee every half hour or so. And my stomach was muy upset.
I got up around ten thirty and took an acid reducer. I laid down on the sofa, waiting for it to take effect. I finally went back to bed. Where I laid there with my mind racing. Then I’d have to pee.
And for some reason, Brian couldn’t get to sleep either. Both of us were having a problem with being hot, then being cold, then being hot. The plethora of cats on the bed didn’t help, I’m sure. At one point, sometime after midnight, I heard Brian in the kitchen. He took some Excedrin PM. I was afraid to take anything, because of the weird way I was feeling.
Then around 3:30 this morning, the hacking started again. I got out of bed and went into the family room, moved a couple of cats off of the loveseat. DeeJay was on the sofa and I did not want to disturb him, because if I did, I know he’d want to lay by my head and stand close enough to pull my hair. Didn’t matter. He realized I was in the room and he left the sofa and came over to the loveseat and stood on my pillow, pulling my hair. This really annoys me. I got up from the loveseat and moved to the sofa. I had to displace a cat, I think it was Katie. I got comfy and DeeJay made his way back to me. Grrr….. But this time, he settled down by my feet, which was okay.
I woke up around four thirty and I let the cats out. Ahh…relief at last. Most of the cats dashed outside. I had a pretty bad headache by now and I took three Excedrin extra strength. I fell back asleep on the sofa (I really didn’t want to go back to bed and disturb Brian, since he has to go to work). When I woke up, the headache was gone, but I really feel hungover.
I don’t want to be sick, I don’t want to be sick, I don’t want to be sick, I don’t want to be sick, I don’t want to be sick.
Take this cold and shove it. Today is day seven and that’s more than enough.
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