So I'm currently sick. It most definitely is not fun feeling like you've been punched in the head by a surly woman named Big Bertha. I have no idea what the future holds for my sinuses but I want you all to know I am not giving up. I've downed nearly 40 ounces of orange juice - the kind with extra vitamin c and zinc for an extra 42 cents. I have suffered through Airborne chewables and forced chicken noodle soup down my throat. I must admit, though, that my feet are not under cover right now. I do have my heated blanket covering my chest and I've rubbed peppermint oil all over my chest because I had no idea Vicks does absolutely nothing. I'm watching Hoarding: Buried Alive. Dave needs serious help. I need serious help, but not the same kind. Also, he's mean to his sister. I think Dave is sort of a jerk.
I need sleep. Dave is shouting. I've taken Excedrin for the headache Bertha gave me. Bertha sucks.
Colds are horrible.
~until next time
Working a full time job, raising two daughters, attempting to have a social life, trying to make my family proud, and trying to make myself proud are things I do every day. I'm now beginning my journey of giving. This is step one.