*Sigh*
Okay. I'm sick. That must be why it seems like everything and everyone is conspiring against me. I have tried and tried to turn off this bad mood but it is sooooooo not working.
I coughed and was unable to sleep all night. My ribs are sore. My throat is sore and I am about going out of my mind with the body ache. To say the least: I am more than a bit on the grumpy side.
Because of my heart condition I am not supposed to take over-the-counter cold preparations. Last night after the Codeine Oh, so didn't work and I was still coughing my fool head off ~ I had decided that enough was enough and I was going to take something, anyway. The cough drops had been worthless ~ the vapor rub only succeeded in making me smell like my grandmother ~ and it also burned my eye when I dragged the back of my hand across it to dry the tearing from my eyes that were forming from being sick. After cleaning my eye with the corner of my nightshirt it was out to the medicine shelf I went. I spin the stupid medicine carousel around and four things spin off of it.
So now I am sick ~ and cursing in my raspy no-voice as I scuttle around trying to pick everything back up. Discovery One: Bottles hitting the floor at 3:00 AM are very loud. Discovery Number Two: Everything is in bouncing plastic bottles ~ so at least I am not picking up glass shards on top of everything else. Discovery Number 3: We are out of over-the-counter cough syrup ~ the kids had taken the last of it. Given to them, no doubt, by their dad the night that I had been delirious with fever and admitted into the ER.
The discovery of fact number 3 did not thrill me.
I (rather dramatically, with great flourish....) went into the bedroom where husband was sleeping. (How he was sleeping; I swear I will never know....) I say in my squeaky-raspy and sick sounding voice "Now that I have decided to kill myself with cough syrup~ am I right in assuming that there is no more?"
From under the covers I hear the faint sounds of stirring as a tousled head looks out from beneath the covers to gaze at me in total confusion.
"Oops. Forgot to get some from the store. Can't you take something else?"
I resisted growling. I figured it would have made my throat hurt more. So I twirl out of the room and go back to the magical medicine carousel. Maybe the next spin will be lucky.
Yep.
5 more bottles and boxes spun onto the floor. More raspy cursing ensues but is now being accompanied by foot stomps for added effect.
I find the kids allergy and cold Benedryl and discover that adults can take two tablets.
I take three and head back for bed ~ leaving the boxes on the floor. The cats were having a high-time playing with the (sealed) boxes. They loved the crinkly sound of the cellophane wrapping. I figured that there should be some happiness in the household. 
Besides: have you ever had to bend over multiple times with a sinus infection? The infernal packages could stay there for all I cared. I just wanted to get some sleep.
Well, the Benedryl allowed me to get some much needed sleep. (A good hour, anyway....) and then imbeciles from next door were down screaming in the communal parking lot.
I put my pillow over my head ~ and found that the only result was that I couldn't breathe.
I mulled this over for a few seconds and decided that even if I did feel like dying just then....I probably really shouldn't do anything to hasten the natural progression of things 
so I reluctantly removed the pillow from across my face.
I then re-switched my dark mood to the imbeciles outside.... and hoped that they would realize that it was only 4:00 AM and that they really should shut up.
Another neighbor along about this time had agreed with my summation's and told them (rather loudly and very forcefully) to "Shut the **** up, you Moron!!"
Couldn't have said it better, myself.
I drifted back into my Benedryl induced coma.
At 6:00 I was awakened by the screeching of happy children.
I thought "My GOD! What ding-bats would let their kids yell this early in the morning?"
As my head cleared I realized that the yelling was coming from my childrens' bedroom.
Yipee.
I was the ding-bat allowing the great din of noise and I hadn't even realized it.
I went to their room to ask them to knock it off... and upon opening my mouth discovered that I had no voice. Not even the aforementioned squeak that I had had only 3 hours before.
My children were delighted that my communications consisted of wildly shaking my head and gesturing like a crazy person to show my displeasure at the situation.
I leave the room with the distinct idea that they are, in fact, trying to kill me.
I tried to make toast. (I couldn't eat it ~ it felt like it was cutting up my throat.....) So I made the kids their oatmeal (I detest oatmeal) and drank some orange juice. Well ~ with a sore throat, let me tell you, THAT is a big mistake.
I switched to apple juice.
I went into the childrens' room to aid with clothing selection for the day with my youngest ~ and upon opening up the closet door books and games rained down upon my head.
My mouth was forming the words ~ but no sound came from me. Which was a good thing ~ My seven year old would have increased his vocabulary by 4 very inappropriate words.
Their closet is a mess and they are so disorganized.... I do not look forward to (Yet AGAIN) clearing out their closet. I hate taking so much time to clean stuff up only to have them totally destroy any of my efforts.
Ah, the song of Motherhood.
I am to be sewing the curtains for a girlfriends house.... and I find myself wondering how did I manage to volunteer for this job?
She was miffed last week that the curtains weren't finished so she couldn't come by to pick up her machine which I still needed for finishing the dratted draperies. I also am not allowed to be around anyone when I'm sick.... in case they have something that could make me more sick ~ So I really didn't want to have her and her kids over, anyway..... Well, she wasn't happy. I have ended up more than miffed that she was miffed and I swear I am not going to take on other peoples projects, anymore.
Hmmmmmmmm......
Speaking of projects:
My mom will be here in ten days. 
For two weeks.
LOL
That ought to be interesting.
We fly her here on her birthday every year.....
so I need to get better because God knows I can't take being sick while preparing for her arrival, too.
Well, I guess that's it.
I think it is time to dash back over to the sofa and hold it down for awhile longer, yet.
Coughing, all the way.
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