I Hate Being Sick

I don't do sick well.

I'm easily the worst (meaning whiniest) sick person I've ever met.

This time it was a double ear infection, a sinus infection, and bronchitis. 

All at once. 

I don't think I've ever had an ear infection in my entire life.

Husband got the cough and the sinus stuff, too.

I blame the lady that came to work sicker than a dog and breathed on me.

But, as much as I hate being sick, there really is nothing like the first night you get to go back to sleeping in your bed after five nights trying to prop yourself up on the couch so you're not strangled by your own snot.

It makes being horizontal and still being able to breathe seem like a luxury.

The next luxury I'm looking forward to is having my ears pop.

I have very simple needs.


*Extra kudos to Husband who cooked up some beef stew, made not one but two trips to Walgreens for the right kind of Mucinex, and drove over to Convenient Care after work so he could be with me.  He said he didn't need to go to the doctor himself because, "he's a man".