Thursday, October 26, 2006

Owie Head

My head is pounding.
The children are being loud.
So my head pounds even more.

I'm at that age where I"m just too old to ignore my very miserable head cold. The only thing stopping me from drowning in theraflu is that I had the last drowsy one last night.

All I have left is the one that proclaims 'may cause drowsiness.' May? May? Not for me. It does nothing except taste bad. Now, the one that says 'may cause marked drowsiness' that's the theraflu of choice. That one put me in a nice state of obliviousness.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sneeze and bury myself under a blanket on the couch and pretend I'm not home.

Someone please come over and make the children lunch.


Jean-Luc Picard said...

Sorry to hear that. Have a hot lemon drink and go to sleep.

Word Imp said...

Sorry, I live in a different time zone. However, I understand completely and sympathise completely, if that helps at all. I hate it when being a mother means never being allowed to be sick. This too shall past - (that's a good saying I read in The Know-it-all, my favourite book, by AJ Jacods.)