I was a bit apprehensive of the Nyquil coma last night, so I waited until the last possible second before bed to take it. That way, I figured, I might possibly be asleep before the worst of it hit. No such luck. I woke up 45 minutes later coughing so hard and frequently that I thought my bronchial tubes would come flying out. (They didn't.) I thought that maybe sleeping propped up would help...so I grabbed my pillow and a blanket and got comfy on the couch. I guess it doesn't really matter what I try, I'm still going to have a terrible night's sleep until this sickness is completely gone. Unfortunately, so far, it's hanging on like a bad house guest.
Isaac’s first football game of the year.
1 year ago












1 comment:
Hope you get better soon. It's not fair that mom's get sick!
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