Unexpected
I haven’t had much to say the last few days. I don’t have a problem with that, do you?
Yesterday I got knocked flat with strep throat. Don’t know how I got it – one of lifes little mysteries. A trip to the dr., 2 shots, a prescription and a handful of painkillers later, I feel pretty much the same except my fever keeps coming and going and I feel like a menopausal woman stuck in a freezer. Alternating between freezing under a blanket, then boiling up so hot I have to check the thermostat to make sure it’s not 90 in here. Rinse, repeat.
Anybody want to come clean my kitchen while I’m down for the count? Any takers? No?
Darn.
Ok, here is a funny story. Sort of. Last night my loving husband offered to make me a cup of tea with honey and lemon. The staple of sore throat remedies, right? I thought that was great. I took a sip, and immediately tears started pouring from my eyes – apprently one of Shannon’s tried and true sore throat remedies involves cayenne pepper. He added it to the tea and failed to mention the fact.
I was in so much extra pain, I started hurling hateful things at him and actually swore at him for the first time in my life. That obviously was incredibly uncharitable of me and I felt horrible afterward – he was just trying to help. I apologized. But I have tried the cayenne thing before and already knew it didn’t do the trick for me – rather made things worse. But he didn’t know that.
Ah well. He took me to the doctor and entertained Ella for the long wait, and he’s a wonderful husband. I appreciate him so much. Even if my throat was burninating the countryside. And the peasants. And all the people everywhere. In their thatched roof cottages.
I’m going to go quadruple check the thermostat. This is ridiculous.