My little dalliance with that pesky cold has erupted into a full-blown sinus infection.
I'm coughing, sneezing, feverish and so congested it's making me dizzy and disoriented. If I'm awake, my head is pounding and all I want to do is go back to sleep. But then I can't sleep because of all the crazy, psychedelic dreams I have when I'm like this.
That being said, I don't know when regularly scheduled activities will resume. I've been to the doctor--again--who has dosed me up with lots of fine drugs, so hopefully, this misery will end soon. I need to get back to my husband, my children, and my house. There's not a clean piece of dishware to be had, the kids' clothes are strewn all over the place and we've been surviving on foods such as mac & cheese, spaghetti and tacos (i.e., anything The Viking or Redheaded Snippet can prepare with the help of shouted instructions from me on the recliner).
Until my entire household returns to full health, I'll be lying down, watching lots of tv.