Still, I fully intended to put out a post. My head was not responding to aspirin, acetaminophen, caffeine, or my heated neck-vibrating collar. The Pony had come down with a cold between 11:50 when I last saw him, and 3:10 when we reunited. I was a bit concerned for him, as Farmer H has been battling that bug for two weeks now, and finally went to the doctor and was diagnosed with bronchitis. I decided that I could leave my dark basement lair for the recliner to watch our show, then come back and finish. When I awoke from an unplanned slumber at 1:00 a.m., still with my headache, I threw in the towel.
So now there's nothing new to tell. The headache is gone, but the nausea it brought is still clinging. Surely I did not eat some expired leftovers! The Pony awoke with a raspy voice but less unproductive coughing. He reported yellow-green snot. I got up at 7:30 and took my regular medicine and tried to catch a chair nap. I managed 30 minutes during The Pioneer Woman, until I was awakened by Farmer H calling to tell me that he had harvested the old fence work had given him, and was starting home. Then I caught another 30 minutes until I was again awakened by the bank being a pest with a courtesy call.
Some bill-paying ensued. About all I accomplished was making biscuits for The Pony, and then whipping up some lupper for us all at 4:00. The Pony had honey chicken and pineapple tidbits, Farmer H had BBQ chicken chunks and mozzarella sticks left over from the Super Bowl and the remaining pineapple, and I had some super nachos. Perhaps not the best choice for my delicate stomach, as I could not finish them, nor my celery sticks with Hidden Valley Ranch dip on the side.
Tomorrow's trek to The Devil's Playground seems almost insurmountable.
4 comments:
Farmer H ate some food left over from the Super Bowl?
The Super Bowl in January?
Hmmmm.
Sioux,
Yes. Let the record show that it was the same FOOD, but the portion still frozen in the bag that had not been warmed in the oven for the Super Bowl on Feb. 1, 2015.
Surely you know (woodchipper) there are more efficient ways of...um...getting a break from one's husband than serving seven-week-old leftovers.
Hope you are feeling better! I hate nausea!
Kathy,
Nausea tried to make a comeback yesterday, but I held it down. Still not feeling great, have an itchy throat and body aches. I think I'll make it to the end of the school year, though.
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