I had oatmeal for Thanksgiving

Sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?

BUt it was really GOOD oatmeal, steel-cut oats w/maple syrup.....

Frankly, I was just too tired and sick to care, and it was warm and soft and felt really good going down my sore throat.

I am about where I expected to be - trying to lie as still as possible and not cough, so as to let my scraped-raw bronchia heal before I make them cough again.

My mom called, and when she heard my froggy-voice went immediately into "mom-mode". After I explained to her with reasonable patience (I thought) that I was taking the usual allotment of vitamins, that echinacea is NOT the one related to ragweed (that's chamomile, for those who wonder), that skipping the cough-supressants in order to "get everything out" is not a good idea when one has coughed one's lungs to bleeding, and that the new job really was for real, she let me crawl back to the sofa again. Sigh, There are times when I realize it's a good thing that we live 800 miles away from each other.

I still feel like poo, but I slept nearly 14 hours and was actually hungry today.

the journal of my sickiness

since that's abut all I seem to have to write about lately.

breathing freer today, which is good, because my throat HUUUUURTS! All that coughing yesterday really ripped it up.

My sleep schedule is totally screwed up. I went to bed at 7 AM and just got up. Starting Monday, i have GOT to get that turned around for new jobbieness.

I'm so out of it - a neighbor just buzzed me to let me know I left my keys hanging in my mailbox. Sigh. I think I coughed out my little brains.

And I can't even play wif Bistro, because hamsters get people colds. I can only bask in the fuzzy cuteness from afar.