Domestic Geek

Sorry about my lack of presence this last week. I have been sicker than a dog since Monday afternoon. Marcus has been fighting this crud that has been going around work for weeks. He actually resorted to going to the doctor on Tuesday. I've been trying to fight if off for a while, but it totally got the best of me. I didn't even go to work Wednesday at all. I've been only medicating myself at night with NyQuil because I think it's best to let your body take care of stuff if it can. Most of my life I've over-drugged myself. I'd take tylenol or something at the slightest hint of fever. Take cough syrup to stop coughs. Suck on cough drops relentlessly. All it does in the end is prolong being sick. Well, I've been good up until last night. Since this crud moved into my upper chest and sinuses yesterday, and since NyQuil took out their decongestant (thanks to meth makers), I couldn't stop coughing last night. It took me forever to finally get t o sleep.

Marcus used up my NyQuil last weekend and he got some Tylenol Cold instead. That stuff is worthless and it tastes like you're drinking Scope. Yuck.

I had a horrible dream a couple of nights ago. It was one of those weird dreams where you're not sure if you're awake or not. I was in bed, Marcus was next to me and some shadowy figure was looming over our bed, strangling me. I was trying to scream Marcus' name so he would help me and nothing would come out. Well, Marcus was in bed reading while I was having this nightmare. He was concerned over the sounds I was making, so thankfully he shook me awake. I was so freaking scared. I've never had a dream like that—it felt so real.

Sorry this is so rambly. I've got more to say, but not up to it right now.