I require LOTS of sympathy. I have insane sinus pressure and I might DIE.
Okay, fine, it isn’t even bad enough for me to take a decongestant, but it IS bad enough that I asked Will to stay home and take care of the children. And I pretty much never take medication, so now that I think about it that isn’t much to go on. But asking Will to use up a sick day totally is.
I’ve watched three episodes of Buffy and slept through one, and now I am in the living room because Grace fell asleep and I don’t want to disturb her. Will took Sam on a quick errand so I am ALL ALONE. I should be knitting (deadline approaches!) but here I am, dreaming of all the delicious foods I hope I’ll be able to taste for dinner.
Is it bad that I want Mexican? Cheese is bad news for sinus stuff (it causes, or at least exacerbates, mucus) but I DON’T CARE.
What I’d really love to have is Indian, but we can get good Mexican food for the whole family for under $20 and Indian would be more like $50. If we had $50 we’d spend it on the amazing Lego set Will saw on sale at Target earlier. Or on something equally exciting, like a new bra for me. What, I need one.
All I know is, I need some FOOD. Will got me Pho this morning and it was PERFECT and JUST WHAT I NEEDED but my GOODNESS am I ever done with soup after two bowls of it.
So, to sum up what is rapidly becoming the dullest thing I’ve ever written: ow ow my face hurts ow, yay Buffy, YAY BURRITO, please send sympathy and/or distractions.