Monday, May 24, 2010
I hate being sick... the coughing, sneezing, sniffling, going from hot to cold, looking around the house and knowing the dishes need to be done, I still need to unpack, and my kid will eventually want to eat, which means I should cook *something*. And I have a tendency to get down emotionally as well, and I want to eat every salty, carb loaded thing in the house! I take things others say the wrong way, and snap at my kiddo for the littlest things. I feel like some wounded wild animal that knows its about to die...gawd, how morbid and depressing can I get???
I just want to feel better! It seems that when the crud and mucus that's currently seeping from every hole in my face starts to clear, the fog lifts from my brain and my spirit. I wanna feel good again. I like being the smiling, positive, somewhat goofy, friendly face, not this ugly, twisted devil twin of myself.