sicky.

When your husband and child(ren) come down with that nasty "first-of-the-school-year" cold/flu and you don't, do not tell gleefully tell everyone you come in contact with that you didn't get it. Don't be patting yourself on the back, and don't even dare wonder how you managed to steer clear this time.

A week or two will go by, and you'll really think you've escaped it and then -- wham! You wake up with severe sore throat and within two days, you'll have a full blown head-cold that is ten times worse than what everybody else in your house had.

So...guess who's sick?

My nose is both clogged and running, there is some serious sinus pressure building behind my left eye, can't stop sneezing, and medications aren't an option until bedtime. (Antihistamines knock me out, and decongestants aren't an option due to thyroid disease.) So here I sit, building a mountain of tissues in the wastebasket and sucking down fluids like it's my job while I try to ignore the fact that I feel miserable.

It didn't help that today I was right out straight with errands and appointments, but tomorrow I will be at home all day and hopefully will get some rest from the downtime. I intend to spend the day on the couch -- crafting, writing, playing in Photoshop Elements, and drinking steaming mugs of tea.

At least being sick is an excuse to guiltlessly take time to do the things I enjoy, right??