Comfort for the Sick Soul -- Chocolate and Sleep
But here a sit, with a head that feels the size of a beach ball and I am still in the predicament I was in last night and most of last week. How much longer? It isn't a matter of the convenience of driving home to see her--I can do that at any time--it is my health this time. The cold-from-hell has come back into our house full force. Enough to make us ALL fall into bed for 4 hours today and sleep--that hasn't happened since before the kiddo was born. As much as if felt good--I was expected a better side effect than waking up to a still throbbing head and sinus dripping snot onto my upper lip.
I am still at home. Trying to go about me day-to-day routine with a pounding headache, stuffed sinuses, and an aching throat. The update on my grandma is that she was "having a good day." What this means is that today I could talk to her on the phone and she would respond to me, I could say I love you and she could respond, and my son could say Hi to Gigi (short for great-grandma) and she would HEAR him say whatever an almost three year old feels like saying into a telephone--even when it includes a kiss and, "I luv youuu GIGI!"
But here a sit, with a head that feels the size of a beach ball and I am still in the predicament I was in last night and most of last week. How much longer? It isn't a matter of the convenience of driving home to see her--I can do that at any time--it is my health this time. The cold-from-hell has come back into our house full force. Enough to make us ALL fall into bed for 4 hours today and sleep--that hasn't happened since before the kiddo was born. As much as if felt good--I was expected a better side effect than waking up to a still throbbing head and sinus dripping snot onto my upper lip.
So, I made the executive decision--with a little help from MY mother--to stay home. To wait for the call of things worsening and to try to recover a bit more before heading to my hometown to be with gram. Was this the best decision? I am still not convinced, but a big bowl of chili and a brownie for dinner has lessened the blow, at least some. And to some extent the extended-sleep-time-that-wouldn't-have-occurred unless I were here has made the pain of cancer and thoughts of my grandma a little less painful. In the comfort food and distraction sort of way.
I know these last weeks of posts have turned for fun little antidotes to more personal blathering and I promise--once I can think clearly again (and the sinuses have cleared of the gunk that now inhabits them), I'll get back on track. But in case you are wondering--yes, I have continued work on the novel-in-progress. I can't say that I am ahead of schedule, or even on-schedule as I really didn't have any expectations on that front when I continued from my rejection-hiatus, but I AM writing. And it does feel good. Even through the cold.
