Under the Weather

To say I am under the weather would be putting it sooooo lightly.  I feel like my sinuses are full of hardening concrete and my throat is coated in sand.  God bless the makers of Mucinex-D.  And Nyquil.  And Dayquil.  But not all at once, dear, lest your head float away and leave you asking your wonderful husband the same question about fifty times in a row with rising panic and your own personal version of "Lost" writing itself in your head throughout. And, if you wake up at 4:30 in the morning, wonder where you are and ponder how nice a tall glass of lemonade and a good book would be, don't say I didn't tell you so.