“pureamy.” It just doesn’t make sense.
November 29, 2010 § Leave a Comment
Take the “wellness” out of purewellnessamy and you’re left with “pureamy,” which makes no sense. It makes as little sense as this cough that’s been rattling my bones and nerves for about a week. Nonsensical, I say!!
It pains me to admit this, but I am not well
I haven’t been seriously sick in 4 years. I remember this clearly because the last time I was seriously sick, I was apparently sick enough to trigger my first MS attack (that’s what “they” tell me, anyway). Since that time, I’ve been fortunate enough to avoid being really sick. Sure, I’ve had sore throats and little sniffles over the last few years, but this cough…this cough is effin epic. Ugh.
I went to the doctor’s on Saturday and saw an emergency care doctor whom I’ve never met before. After a brief examination she prescribed an inhaler. An inhaler. That contains steroids. I haven’t taken a puff yet. **
I keep eating my raw garlic, drinking Breathe Deep tea (once with a shot of whiskey), wheat grass juice, and orange juice. And chewing on Vitamin C tablets and sucking on Ricola Herb and Honey cough drops.
But it appears that my quasi-natural remedies are failing me. I’m at a loss. I’m annoyed and a little nervous. I’m praying that Pete and Peter don’t come down with it. I’m trying to look for an upside, but I don’t see one and I don’t think even Anthropologie can help me now. The inhaler and all the drugs within it are mocking me from inside the CVS bag on the kitchen counter. Bastards.
After taking it easy on Friday and Saturday, I thought I felt better yesterday. I felt well enough to go Christmas tree shopping and out for my husband’s lame birthday dinner. I’m so sorry dear. I realized late last night that you didn’t blow out any candles. What kind of wife am I to neglect your yearly wish making? First, I air your intestinal troubles on this blog and now I forget to light candles on your birthday. I should be tarred and feathered. Maybe even quartered. I’m sorry. I hope you somehow managed to have a Happy Birthday.
So, that’s where I am. Not feeling as well as I did yesterday. I hope to be in a better state tomorrow on Pretty Things Tuesday
On a lighter note, here are some pictures from our Christmas tree hunt yesterday!
(Yes, that is our tree. A potted tree that we can plant in the yard after Christmas, that is if we don’t kill it inside first. The tree hunting in the above pictures was just a sham. We knew we were getting a potted tree the whole time, but you can’t have too much fun running around and hiding in the tiny potted tree section of the tree farm. Pete and Peter had a ball hiding from each other among the big trees. So much fun that this happened in the car:)
**Updated to add: I am NOT advocating ignoring your doctor’s orders. I am most likely doing a very bad thing.