…is killing me. Cough COUGH cough COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH. I spent all day in bed today sleeping or reading. I’m dreading going to work tomorrow, because I talk on the phone all day and the cough is aggravated when I talk. But at least I know the dr’s office will be open, so as soon as I get to work I’m calling my family doc for some damn cough medicine and a Zpack.
My husband starts a new job tomorrow! For one month he will work three days a week (Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday) from 7:30 am until 9:30 pm and then have 4 days off. Then the next month he’ll work Thursday, Friday and Saturday and have the next 4 days off. The biggest problem with this schedule is that Hub seriously does not know how to relax so I don’t know what the hell he’s going to do on his 4 days off.
Here are some suggestions I’ve made that were met with an icy stare:
Cleaning his work shop
Painting the front door
Painting the shutters
Re-caulking the tub
Fixing the hole in the closet ceiling cause by the tub leak
Going to the podiatrist for that heel pain that you’ve complained about for over a year
Hub and I went out on New Year’s Eve with some old friends. We had a good time…except for this damn cough. I wanted to try a chocolate martini but I didn’t think it would mix with the Nyquil. I didn’t see the ball drop because as soon as we walked in our door at 10:30, I went up to my bedroom, had a shot glass of cough medicine and went right to bed. I think I heard fireworks, but it could have just been my barking cough bringing me to the surface of my sleep.
Popeye did not text me at 12:01 as he has done in the past. That could mean he is ashamed, angry, in jail, high or deceased.
Oh, one more thing, my husband told me I have to stop spilling my guts to everyone who asks about him, so I guess you guys are just going to have to be my sounding board. Now aren’t you the lucky ones?
Here’s a pic from Christmas Eve…before the Swee’Peas got to it!