I’ve slept all the day long, and am now sitting on the couch waiting for HBL to come home with Baskin-Robbins Rocky Road ice cream (you know, for my sore throat?). It doesn’t help that it’s so beautiful out today, and I’m stuck inside, feeling wretched.
But let me tell you who couldn’t care less: Monkey. Nope, life is still jolly for him. He doesn’t acknowledge his mother’s illness. Instead, he’s been forcing me to play with him, feed him, and even has the nerve to pull my hair. Bugh. Whadda pal.
My eyeballs are pulsating in their sockets, my throat is sore, and my head is aching. And my tummy is unsettled… if you know what I mean.
Being sick is the pits.