I am a grown woman and I want my Mommy.
It all started Saturday night after hubby and I went out to a little Frenchy-French restaurant for dinner. The food was pretty good and we had a bottle of wine. When we got home, I had this tickle in my throat and I said to him that night, I feel as if I’m getting a sore throat.
I got up Sunday morning and was feeling kind of meh. Hubby goes to work and we plan to go to the movies after he gets home in the afternoon. I mow the yard. I really like doing this, yard work, but after I finished I felt extremely tired and my throat felt really bad. Then my head felt stuffed up and the coughing began.
It’s been downhill since then and I never get sick. But I’ve got one of those crappy summer colds that’s caused me to have a box of tissues nearby and suck on Ricola lozenzes throughout the day and night. I even went to the doc and she prescribed some antibiotics (I’ve not taken these in years) and they make my stomach hurt. I hate being sick. I hate not feeling well. I hate it and I want my mommy.
But she lives far, far away and hubby has to do. He does a really good job of it, making me chicken and rice and soup, asking me if I need anything. And, I’ve snapped at him, been grouchy because the “kind” Brigitte you read about here at the Banter is not that when she’s sick.
She’s a big whiny baby that’s mad because she doesn’t feel well. Anyway, in case you were wondering why I’ve not posted and been as active about commenting on all your lovely blogs, that’s it. If any of my new followers are reading this, I’m not usually this grumpy and I plan to visit you soon!
I like to leave kind, insightful comments and between coughing up phlegm, blowing my nose and whining like a big baby, I thought it’d best if I just say hello this way. These drugs better start working soon.
I want my Mommy.
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