After the success of MDO on Tuesday I spent some time considering how we'd spend the rest of the week. It's hard to top the excitement of riding a plastic car around the playground but I was going to try. Lucky for me the germs decided to visit and dictate how my days would go.
On Monday I pulled and/or pinched something in my neck and shoulder area. It was awful. I spent a good part of the week applying huge IcyHot patches, wrapped in the heating pad and popping ibuprofen like candy. I imagine this is what it's like to be 96. It was very glamorous. Just when I got to the point where I could look to the left without turning my whole body, I came down with either a head cold due to allergies and/or an ear and sinus infection. I'm not new to the ear infection world so I feel confident in that self-diagnoses. I called the doctor to make an appointment this morning and the nurse told me it's "too early" to make an appointment. If I'm still having pain on Monday I can come in. She even said "I have an toothache right now and it's making my ear hurt but I don't have an ear infection." I really wanted to say ''THIS IS ABOUT ME NOT YOU'' but I didn't. I've lived with myself for a long time now, I think I know when something is off. I'm taking every medication I can think of to make my face feel normal and stop the stabbing pain in my ear. I ventured into the world of Dayquil & Nyquil and let me tell you that it is delightful. I took some last night and fell right asleep. I was overjoyed when I discovered not one, not two, but seven bottles of Day and Nyquil on our extras shelf. I don't know how we ended up with so many but I'm not complaining.
(Isn't this riveting to read? I hope I get an award for it.)
Speaking of being 96 years old, I once again forgot how old I am. Last year I firmly believed I was going to turn 25 on my birthday. I was going to turn 26. Two days ago I had to ask Christopher how old I am and he said "I don't know." Why does he not know the age of his only and favorite wife? When I realized I'm 27 and not 26 I had a moment. It was really tragic. Christopher told me that "this needs to stop happening and you need to keep track of your age." Such a comfort in my time of distress. If it wasn't going to change every year I'd tattoo my age on my arm.
Annabelle has had some moments of her own this week. She's started the time honored toddler tradition of crying over nothing. She cried because I went to the cellar without her. She cried because I had to turn on the tv in order for her to watch a show.
She's had some good moments too. Yesterday I was warming up leftover chicken for lunch and she wandered over to investigate. She asked if I was making "chicken fums (thumbs)." I had no clue what she was talking about but she kept repeating it. Then I realized she meant chicken fingers. This afternoon I asked what she wanted to do and she said "I just gonna go write my blog." I imagine her blog would look something like this:
I wanted some chicken fums today but all Mom had was regular chicken. Think I'll go cry about it.