I like to brag about never being sick. In fact I loove to brag about never being sick. I just don’t get sick … well, hardly ever. But I think I’m sick! Poor me! I don’t do sick very well. I moan, I groan and tell all my friends to go away and leave me alone! Woe is me!
I don’t have the flu or a cold, no elevated temperature, it’s not that kind of sick. I am having a severe allergy attack. It’s all my flower beds fault! We had a nice day a few days ago and I went outside and cleared the leaves out of my flower bed. It was windy and I didn’t wear a scarf to cover my head and I think the wind just blew right through my head from one ear and out the other. By the end of the day I was sniffling. Yesterday I was sneezing and my eyes were watering. By night fall my nose had started to drip. Today I’m in full blown allergy mode! My eyes are puffy and watery, my nose is dripping and bright red from blowing it so much and I can’t get the drip turned off. I have sneezed so much that my ribs are sore and I can’t remember when I have felt so sorry for myself! Poor me!
I went to Wal Mart about noon and purchased some Claritin-D and lots of Kleenex, hoping to get this attack under control. I have taken one of the pills already. The instructions say one pill every 24 hours. I wonder if I would die if I took two? I’ll wait until tomorrow and if I’m still sneezing I just might take two pills instead of one. I’ve decided to drink lots of water and so far I’ve taken two showers today and washed my hair once. Whatever it is that’s attacked me is NOT allowed to win! I’m gonna fight back, but I’m also gonna moan and groan as I fight. Woe is me, woe is me, I don’t like being sick! AND, to add insult to injury (or sickness) my favorite TV channel (CBS) is hosting the superbowl tonight …I hate football, but I love “The Good Wife” (one of my favorite programs) and it’s preempted for the stupid superbowl game, I’ll just have to watch something on Netflix while I feel sorry for myself. Woe is me! Woe is me!
By the way, I didn’t get the leaf piles bagged up and the leaves are all back in my flower bed ….. Woe is me, woe is me!
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