I made it through the travel, the feasting, the cooking, the welcoming home-ing, the present giving and receiving, and the hugging; and now I can collapse for a few days.
Yes, I am sick AGAIN. This is my fourth bad bout of upper respiratory viral infection this year; the third in the last three months, for God's sake.
I don't know why I'm getting all these damn colds/flus/bronchitises. I've been exercising. I've been watching what I eat. I take my vitamins and meds. And yet my head is stuffed with snot and my lungs just wanna cough and cough and cough.
Yes, I'm calling the doctor tomorrow. I thought -- o, false hope! -- that this one would stay in my snoot and I could treat it with saline spray, Alka Seltzer Cold, and tissues. But now it has dropped right back into my chest, so back to the doctor I go.
This time, however, I trust it will be a regular old doctor appointment instead of a trip to the ER. I am pounding water and juice, believe you me.
By the way, Christmas was stellar, wonderful, and the Best. Christmas. Ever.
Even if I was blowing my nose the whole time.