Pity Party for One
It’s official, I am pitiful. What started out as a scratchy throat on Monday has turned into some sort of full blown crud. For the past two nights, my dear husband has been kept awake by my coughing, sneezing, gagging, tossing and turning. Breathing through my nose has become impossible, so I have become a mouth breather. Last night a hot shower didn’t clear me up, nor did the humidifier, nor did Vicks. My husband said he was going to pick up a neti pot after work. I’ve never used one, so it should be interesting. Tomorrow I have already decided to take the day off and rest. That’s one thing I know I haven’t been getting enough of this week. It’s just so hard to sleep when you can’t breathe. This is a Neti Pot. I will call ours Auntie Nettie In brighter news, we have a vacation coming up! Scott and I are headed to Lake Tahoe next month on our annual ski trip. This year there are about 15 people going. I’ve never skied Tahoe so I’m pretty excited to try out the runs. And last