update

[mamajoan]

Ever so slightly less walking-dead today. Ended up leaving work yesterday at 2, went home, napped, went to choir rehearsal. It was fairly brutal (and the composer was there, but no pressure, right?). I swore I wasn't going to sing, just listen and follow along, but of course I had to sing a little, and then I got home and couldn't talk, so I had soup and went to bed all early. So I got lots of sleep, right? But no. You know that thing where you can't sleep if you can't breathe. So I tossed and turned for a while and finally took some Sudafed (I hope ... it was dark ;) ) and then I went from stuffy and runny to very dry. And then I slept for a bit. But this morning I'm stuffy and runny again. Time for more little red pills.

You know how some people have cats that act all sympathetic when their people are sick, try to comfort them and take care of them and stuff? Not me. I have one of those cats who think it's All About Them. I'm home? I should be cuddling him, dammit! I'm in bed? I should be petting him! I'm coughing and sneezing and sniffling and honking? I should shut up so he can get some sleep, dammit!

My sinuses are killing me. And my nose is all sore and red from being wiped too much. I'm sure it's very attractive.