Jessica Moe

So it took me a while to go back to sleep but not quite as long as I had thought it would.  Last time I looked at the clock it was seven something and I was finishing my last coughing bout…then at about 9:30 I woke up to find mysef draped over the arm of the sofa…in other words, I was on all fours with my arms underneath me on the arm of the sofa and my head danglig over the side.  Apparently, in my sleep…I found this position to be the best for the drain-cough cycle…

Anyways, I think the fever has set in whereas before I was under the impression that I had bypassed this whole entire flu thing and just got a regular old run of the mill cold…however, after getting a couple of hours of solid sleep, I woke up and I was sweating profusly.  I felt better, though…so I hopped up and got in the shower and realized that because I have been out of comission for a couple of days, there are somethings that really needed to get done….like she shower seriously needs a cleaning and laundry has piled up and we are all out of trash bags….so, I was in the shower and I was making all of these plans to get the laundry started and then run out to the grocery store and pick up some things and then come home and fold laundry and stuff. So, I got out of the shower and I put on my clothes and I went to work wiping down the sink and mirror and then–WOAH! You know when you stand up suddenly and you get a headrush and everything goes black and tingly for a second? Yeah. I had to sit down, right there…on the floor and wait for a second. I had about 20 minutes of total activity and I was spent.  Now, I am sitting here and heat is rushing through me.  Issa and I sound like dueling coughies….and the dogs are seriously taking advantage of the fact that we don’t have the energy to stop them from doing anything and so Erin has incinuated herself between us on the sofa and refuses to move…and Ally takes a break every now and then from finding one of our used tissues and turning it into confetti to get into a bag of her bones that she pulled off the table and help herself to another one despite the fact that she has six or seven strewn throughout the house.

I have no idea what I am going to do, the laundry just finished and my hair is still wet.  I have to put the wet clothes in the dryer and do something about my hair but the idea of doing anything other than sitting here and staring at the lump of uneven stucco on the wall seems to be too much for me to handle.

Well, I don’t mean to complain. This is more a mini documentary of how horrible I feel so that I can truly appreciate NOT being sick.