I am exhausted. I have just returned to bed after 8 hours away. And I did things in those 8 hours: carried in the contents of my turnk, got mail, drove through the pharmacy, finally realized that what sounded best in all the world was a slushy and when I got that the girl didn't wipe off the drips so I got covered in grape slushy. Then I drove to work, did stuff for an hour, drove to my moms, cleaned part of the car, boxed some Christmas gifts, ate dinner, cleaned the car, drove home, brought in more stuff, threw in some laundry, drank tea, and am trying to stay awake long enough to flip over laundry again. I can't believe how tired I am.
Oh, and when I talked to my mother about the COBRA thing mentioned in the last post she got all pushy about couldn't I go to the City today and get my meds? Well, it's kinda of 70 miles north of here and I was going 70 miles south of here....so not so much.
Tomorrow is going to be insane. I have to go to 2 stores, do the paperwork for my car, and see Dr. Brain. I'm hoping to do all this and be home by 5. That lets me finish packing and get to bed pretty early. Then Sunday morning I have to give my cat his shot to stay calm for the trip, load the new car, and drive to Camp Jen.
I'm officially showing signs of moving into the 3rd stage of whooping cough, "convalescence". It's the longggggggggg stage, and during this time I'll still cough very easily. I hate scarves and don't own one (yet) so I wound up having to wear a mask driving today because I couldn't have air circulating without choking. But as this stage develops it's suddenly understandable how my ugly raw throat hasn't hurt much or how I have been unable to cough anything up to help me breathe; according to what I've read the crud thins some around now and from what I've seen if this is thin I must have had concrete in my system previously. As I understand it the sore throat etc. will be around for a while because the disease damages all the cilia in the throat (the little hairs that move stuff around) and until that re-grows things stay irritated. Apparently every cold in the new few months will bring back the cough of doom, although at least not the real illness.
Convalescent or not I'm just about to fall asleep so this laundry either hurries or gets changed first thing in the morning and I deal with not having a clean shirt to wear then.