Sick with death.

3 entries into my new blog and I had to take a break. Not necessarily a voluntary break, but a break because I was sick with death. While fighting death, my beloved Pinot sat and chilled in my refridgerator. But Pinot and I are happily reunited tonight.

That being said, I don't know the real medical name for death. I'm waiting for my chest x-ray to come back. But I'm feeling a lot better. I mentioned in some of my previous posts that my sinuses were all clogged and my head felt like it was going to explode. So I thought it was simply another sinus infection. I woke up Wednesday feeling like a fish out of water. I was having a hard time breathing. My chest felt really tight and I was short of breath. But I took more generic store-bought sinus pills, used the nebulizer every 4 hours and tried my best to keep up my motherly responsibilities to Tubs and Ozzy. By the time B came home from work, I was bawling my eyes out and telling him I needed to go lay down. And he let me take it easy. I kept up my medicines and spend the rest of the day relaxing. I hardly got any sleep Wednesday night because I developed a cough. And not just a cough, a cough that came from the very depths of my lungs. It was a long, hard, deep, painfil cough that came in fits that lasted for what seemed to be forever. And it hurt SO BAD. And every time I was just about to finally sleep, a coughing fit would happen. When my husband woke up on Thursday morning, 15 minutes into getting ready for work, he declared "There is absolutely no way I can go in to work and leave you here to take care of Nathan. You sound like you're dying." and I felt like it, too. He called into work, let me lay down, and woke up with Nathan and took care of him all day. I decided that since the pills weren't working and neither were the breathing treatments with the nebulizer, I had to go to the doctor. So I called and made an appointment and went.

They had to do chest x-rays, which means I had to take my shirt and bra off. Fine. They took 2 x-rays, I got dressed, and was sent back to the room. 2 minutes later, the assistant came in again and said she needed to take the x-rays again because they came out too light. I could hardly breathe, but fine. Went back to the x-ray room, took my shirt and bra off again, and took the x-rays. I got dressed again, opened the door, and the assistant was there again saying "Nope, we have to do it again." SO, repeat. And another time. And then after 4 takes of my x-rays, I was finally, for the last time, sent back to my room. The x-rays had to be sent out to a radiologist, but in the meantime, the doctor prescribed me an inhaler, anti-biotics, told me to get Robitussin Max, and keep up the breathing treatments. She said if I got any worse, I'd have to go to the hospital. She was actually a bit surprised I hadn't already gone to the hospital, but growing up with asthma, I didn't think it was as severe as it was. But luckily, it didn't get worse. But I didn't feel any better at ALL yesterday. I spent my entire day in bed either reading "Murder of a Botoxed Blonde" or napping.

Murder of a Botoxed Blonde by Denise Swanson
The book was actually kind of slow in the beginning and had I not be so sick and unable to move, I probably would have put it down and grabbed a different book from my stash, but I'm glad I read it while I was sick and unable to move, because it ended up being pretty good! I like the title, though. It's catchy.

My lovely husband spent the entire day catering to Tubs, Ozzy, and I. And even though I was deathly ill (as I mentioned, it felt like death! Which is why I've called it death...until I find out what it is/was.), it was still pretty nice to just lay in bed for once.

I woke up this morning able to breathe. It was a nice relief. I still have the cough, though not as frequent, but MY COUGHING MUSCLES HURT SO BAD! I'm pretty sure that once my cough is completely gone, I will have a 6 pack. Which, I guess is a nice perk to the death that I have thus far survived.

The not so great part? B thinks he's getting it now. Which sucks. I really really really hope Tubs doesn't get it!


Because seriously, who would want to see this awesome guy all sickly? Not me! I love my happy, amazing, awesome, fantastic, entirely too well-behaved, handsome little man.

Also, my dog treat business to help cover the outrageous medical costs of Ozzy's eye suffered a little bit because of my being ill. I wasn't able to make it to the post office (or bake some of the treats! I'm going to have to bake my butt off this week!) and I feel so bad, so I sent an e-mail to all the purchasers apologizing for the delay and including a $5 store credit for any future purchases they may want to make. I'll write more about Ozzy's eye later. But I just feel so bad. OH well, what can ya do?

Anyways, I'm off for the night. Going to take my last dose of Robitussin for the night, as well as a breathing treatment, pick out another book from my stash, and lay down. Good night!

Babies, Coke, and Books

I'm hoping to make sense today! I had to take Benedryl because my sinuses are going absolutely insane today, so I'm hoping I can write and think coherently for a long enough period of time to write tonight.

Anyway, remember yesterday? How I said I have a little bit of a Coke addiction? Well, today something happened that made me realize that I really need to kick that habit to the curb sometime in the near future. Want to know what happened? This is what happened:

I really do tend to drink right out of the 2 liter because I drink Coke all.the.time. My son decided to take an empty 2 liter and pretend to drink out of it today. He randomly picked it up, and then he put it to his mouth and pretended to drink out of it. He did this for a good 10 minutes. While I'm glad such simple things can keep him occupied, I have not given him any pop and don't ever plan on doing so, simply because I've always liked pop for as long as I can remember, and enjoying healthier beverages, such as water, is really not all that enjoyable to me.

Aside from that, I had a terribly uneventful day. But I'm almost done with my book, and it has been pretty good.

Ask Again Later by Jill A. Davis
The main character, Emily, and I are extremely different. But we're also the same. Her mom had a semi-crisis when a lump was found in her breast. I have been very fortunate to not experience that. I don't want to give too much away, in case you do decide to read it. But there are a lot of differences, but yet, we're very much the same. She thinks about the same weird things that I tend to think about. Her "voice" is quite like mind. Scattered. She also has weird little quirks very much like mine. For example, she mentally organizes books sitting on a bookshelf. I do stuff like that, too. My biggest quirk, and don't think I'm insane, please, is that I count. I count everything. If I'm just sitting on my balcony to relax, I count windows. I can count them a million times over, but I always count them. I don't know why, especially since I hate math, but I seem to enjoy counting. I wonder what a psychologist would think of this? But I'm really not sure I want to find out.

Anyway, back to the book. It's written almost a diary-type of style. Not obvious diary style, but there aren't really chapters. There are little "articles". They each have a name, and they're rather short. But there's not date or time, no "Dear Diary....Love, Emily", but it's short and sweet. It's a good writing style for a busy mom. It's easy to sneak in a couple "chapters" without having to cut one short because motherly duties are calling your name. As I said, I'm almost done reading it, and luckily, my sister-in-law brought me over a nice stack of books, because I've run out of my own. I usually take all the money I get for Christmas and go to a bookstore and spend the entire day sifting through books for me to enjoy throughout the year. But having a child and "grown up" responsibilities has hindered my ability to spend so much money on stuff like that. That being said, even though I have a pretty stack of books right now, I read often and go through books almost as much as I go through 2 liters of Coke, so if any of you have any suggestions, let me know!

I wanted to ask anybody that may read this, what are your favorite memes? I don't want my blog to be an entire meme, but I want to be able to participate in something each week, so that way I can have a "day off" from trying to think of something to write (hey, it happens!), but I also have to keep up with writing, because it's really easy for me to decide I'm too busy, or too lazy, or too whatever and not write and then not do it again for a long time. But I don't want to do that, because I do enjoy writing, and blogging is very therapeutic. In fact, I'm sure it's the reason why I survived my teenage years.

Alright, well, tonight I'm patting myself on the back for writing this with my Benedryl-induced coma. It's time for me to call it a night now. But I do hope everybody has a lovely day! Pinot and I will be back tomorrow night. :)