Blech and moan and yawn and cough….

So all this thinking that I was feeling so much better was apparently rather foolhardy of me.? This morning I woke up (when I woke up, which was none to early let me tell you), I felt as if I’d been murdered in my sleep and then resurrected “Frankenstein” style.? My nose was plugged, my ears were plugged, my throat was raw, the coughing wracked my body sending chills and pains hither and yon, leaving my throat so closed up all I could do was wheeze when I breathed.

:sigh

So any plans that we had today sorta when up in a plume of mucus and Vick’s Vapors.? I’m back to feeling weak-headed, dizzy, tired and achy.? LOVELY.? Because I didn’t have enough of this song and dance last week. :dry? I’m hoping and praying and sacrificing cats to the belief that this is a one day sort of deal.? That I’ll wake up tomorrow fresh as a daisy and ready to take back the world.

I can dream, right?

In the meantime, I’m watching “Gone with the Wind” on Turner Classic Movies.? Easy to watch because I’ve seen it already a bajillion times and read the book even so if I zone out for a minute, I won’t miss anything.? Plus, it’s always sort of fun to marvel at the unimaginable selfishness of Scarlett.? But we wouldn’t have her any other way, would we?

Where was I?? Anyhow, I’m hungry but I’ve been left here, the boys have sought out more interesting avenues.? I’d get up and fix a bowl of soup if I had the head for it right now.? So here I’ll sit, moaning and wheezing until they see fit to return and make over me in the fashion that I deserve.

There, was that self-centered enough? :)? I hope I got that part right, at least.