Salvation

Thy name is NyQuil.

I'm not over it, but at least I am functional, the main issue now is that I am so sore and weak from all the coughing I have already done that I can't cough hard enough to get past this horrible wheezing in my chest. Sounds fun, don't it? Ears and nose are still fucked up too. All I can say is at least it's happening now instead of just over a month from now as we are getting ready to leave on vacation.

A brief update before I shuffle back to my pile of tissues and plenty of fluids. The last couple days I have found my inner gamer girl and have been absorbed in that glorious fictional world of first person shooters. I accomplished something I can only consider monumental (to me at least.) I, me, and only me all by myself, before the hubby or Ketchup, beat Halo 3. Yay! I'll pat myself on the back and whatever else for that in particular goal. It was only in the past couple years I had gotten into any of those type of games and this was the first time I had played through let alone finished the campaign mode. Unfortunately I wasn't quick enough to beat Ketchup to the punch on Call of Duty 4, which I played for hours on Sunday but he ended up completing it this morning. It's not like there isn't more to do, there is still beating both games on harder difficulties and then the whole online multiplayer side of things to build up. I gotta say though, I like being able to keep up with the boys.

Other then that, I haven't done much. No really. I seriously need to do the dishes. It would be easier if I could go more then five minutes without coughing but so far I have really only been able to do that with the aid of NyQuil... oh sweet salvation... oh sweet sleep. Damn that sounds good right about now...