Send more tissue

I am sick.  I have been sick since last year.  I lost my voice on the 28th and on the 29th I started feeling a chest yucky-ness.  Then it got bad.  And I had family visiting and New Years and all that fun stuff.  So I faked it.  I mean, I sound like I’d been smoking a pack a day for 30 years, so it’s not like I was hiding it, I was just faking how functional I was.  As in, I wasn’t.  I barely made it through the time my sis was here.  And when she left it all came crashing down on me.  I spent the next 2 days feel completely miserable.  I finally started feeling “better” on Sunday, but it’s still there.  A nasty cough, and going through a million boxes of tissue and now I sound like I’ve been smoking a pack a day for 10 years.   There are still times I have no voice at all and have to get by with whispering.

Mr. Silly tries.  He really does.  He can manage to take care of the house and Smushy by himself, but he could not take care of me too.  I asked him for some hot tea and got it about 2 hours later.  I asked him for food-and I was really specific because he hates when I don’t tell him exactly what I want- and I finally got it an hour later when I got my sick ass up and made it myself.  Now, when he is sick I pretty much cater to him for days until he gets better AND take care of the house AND take care of the kid.  He just can’t.  It actually kinda pisses me off.  Especially when he acts like he is sick too.  When he isn’t and we both damn well know it.  And then he acts like I just have what he just got over and to that I say LIAR!  He had a cough for a couple of days.  That was it.  I don’t remember him being miserable for a week and a half.  Big baby.

And now Smushy is getting something.  I don’t know if it’s the same something, but I hope not.  She has a nasty cough and sounds really stuffy, but nothing else.  She’s acting just fine so far.  As bad as it is to be sick and pregnant, it is much worse to see your kid sick and know there’s not much you can do.  I suppose it’s better than this happen now instead of in March when I’m bringing a newborn into the mix.

So that’s pretty much it.  We all feel like poop.  The end.