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jadedmusingsI am so freaking bored. I can't get up and walk around for too long because I'll get worn out, and not to mention I'm achy and sore as all get out. So my options for entertainment are to sit around with the laptop and occasionally get up to do the mom thing. At least I can breath through my nose, and I'm not hacking up a lung thanks to Mucinex.
Ugh, also so lonely. I want my boyfriend here, and I want to be cuddled and hugged and doted on. Really, I want to be all "me, me, me" and be pathetic and whiny because I'm siiiiiiiiiiiick and it suuuuuuuuuucks. Instead, I'm sitting around beating myself up because just going to the damn store to get the basic staples (milk, bread, juice, etc.) wore me out so much that I caved in and went out to Subway for the kiddo and myself so I wouldn't have to cook us anything after putting away the groceries. I thought I was better yesterday and on the mend, so I took Mom and the kiddo to Aiken where we ate dinner, hit the bookstore, and then played miniature golf. Big mistake. I got home and wanted to sleep, and I've spent much of today in bed (excepting the part where I went out to the store) with the laptop while I let the kiddo watch movies and play some games in here. (Yes, great parenting, I know, but it's just me out here, so not like I have someone who can just take him, and Mom had him on Friday...)
What's killing me is that this isn't even that bad of a cold. No fever, just some head congestion and a bit of icky stuff that's settled in my chest that really only bugs me after I wake up, but while my body fights it off, I am left feeling completely wiped out. And this is why I fear getting the flu so much, because if a regular old cold does this to me, I will be totally screwed with a bigger bug (and yes, I've been this way for as long as I can remember - never was the type to bounce back easily, and it's been worse since I went around with undiagnosed mono for who knows how long when I was 15/16 - it's a long, long story that involves misdiagnosed depression...yeah).
And now I'm wishing I had more stuff to do online, things that would be fun and a distraction from how miserable I am, but everyone else is busy with other things, including the boyfriend who can only pay so much attention. Bleh.
Yes, I know, whine, whine, whine. I think I've got some cheese around here if anyone wants it. Sorry, I'll take my emo, whining, and my mucus elsewhere. :(
Ugh, also so lonely. I want my boyfriend here, and I want to be cuddled and hugged and doted on. Really, I want to be all "me, me, me" and be pathetic and whiny because I'm siiiiiiiiiiiick and it suuuuuuuuuucks. Instead, I'm sitting around beating myself up because just going to the damn store to get the basic staples (milk, bread, juice, etc.) wore me out so much that I caved in and went out to Subway for the kiddo and myself so I wouldn't have to cook us anything after putting away the groceries. I thought I was better yesterday and on the mend, so I took Mom and the kiddo to Aiken where we ate dinner, hit the bookstore, and then played miniature golf. Big mistake. I got home and wanted to sleep, and I've spent much of today in bed (excepting the part where I went out to the store) with the laptop while I let the kiddo watch movies and play some games in here. (Yes, great parenting, I know, but it's just me out here, so not like I have someone who can just take him, and Mom had him on Friday...)
What's killing me is that this isn't even that bad of a cold. No fever, just some head congestion and a bit of icky stuff that's settled in my chest that really only bugs me after I wake up, but while my body fights it off, I am left feeling completely wiped out. And this is why I fear getting the flu so much, because if a regular old cold does this to me, I will be totally screwed with a bigger bug (and yes, I've been this way for as long as I can remember - never was the type to bounce back easily, and it's been worse since I went around with undiagnosed mono for who knows how long when I was 15/16 - it's a long, long story that involves misdiagnosed depression...yeah).
And now I'm wishing I had more stuff to do online, things that would be fun and a distraction from how miserable I am, but everyone else is busy with other things, including the boyfriend who can only pay so much attention. Bleh.
Yes, I know, whine, whine, whine. I think I've got some cheese around here if anyone wants it. Sorry, I'll take my emo, whining, and my mucus elsewhere. :(
