Even My Dog Wasn't This Sick

Had a great weekend in the midst of all the snow. We had around 5 inches or more in the western part of the state and it wasn't too much fun. Fortunately, I spent most of the time cozied up on the couch under a blanket at my grandma's house. She had ankle surgery last week and needs someone to be there for her (though she is incredible at getting around on her scooter and doing things for herself). I stayed with her most of Saturday, all day Sunday, and part of Monday. All we did Sunday was sit on the couch, visit, watch Andy Griffith shows and an old movie (The Robe with Richard Burton). I haven't relaxed like that in a long time.

Unfortunately, all that relaxing didn't do much to help me ward off this cold. I think last week was just a harbinger of things to come. Things felt pretty tight in my chest, but after I took an expectorant, I really felt the affects (or is it effects? I'm too tired to go look it up...). Let's just say the six-hour drive home was NOT a fun affair. This morning I woke up feeling absolutely wretched. After I got some meds, I slept for over six hours.

That expression "sick as a dog" would seem to apply here except that my dog was NEVER this sick!

My cat has kept me good company today, though. I'm just grateful that she's not mad at me for leaving her behind while I went on vacation.

Unfortunately, most of everything we took on the trip just got dumped in the living room last night as I didn't have the energy to put things away. Today, those bags are still there. Oh well. I'll get to them when I get to them.

The funny thing through all this? I've had an itch to write. Unfortunately, I can barely stay awake long enough to do so!

And not being able to work out is driving me batty, too. Hopefully this cold will clear up in a few days and I'll be back to my normal self - whatever "normal" is.