it's me. except a sick version of me.
I'm actually on the upswing of this horrid cold that robbed my weekend and had me stranded on the couch and bed watching movies and sleeping all Saturday and Sunday. I was looking forward to a restful weekend but not one that would involve lots of drowsiness (induced by meds) and lots of coughing.
So here I am. Writing to you all.
I went to work today... and probably annoyed everyone with my loud, chest-clearing cough. I also probably scared anyone who came into my office, for my voice sounded like that of a boy going through puberty. And now, I am taking more meds to help me sleep and ease this loud, chest-clearing cough. So I thought I'd let you see me taking said meds. This particular med is one of my least favorite. Most medicines I can handle because you just swallow and don't taste it. Not this kind. This is 8-12 ounces of pure torture. It's called Thera-Flu, or as I like to call it, Thera-ewwwwwww. It comes in an assortment of flavors but mi madre prefers lemon. So it basically taste like your drinking hot lemonade, sans sugar.
Getting a whiff of lemony-disgusting-ness.
I never was good at winking.
That's all. I am tired. And my head feels like 1000 bricks are laying on top.