Cold War

Don't worry. I'm alive. But just barely, considering I am going on day 9 of The Worst-Cold/Sinus-Infection On-the-Face-of-the-Planet-That-I-Wouldn't-Wish-On-My-Worst-Enemy...But-Then-Again-Maybe-I-Would. But we'll get to that in a minute. First: Updates.

At the end of March, we went to San Diego with some of the fam. Lots of sun, sand, and relaxation.

Oh, and lots of time spent with this guy...

This grumpy-looking bearded fellow just happens to be my husband.  And I would like to add, that had the beard lasted longer than the week we spent in San Diego, he may not have retained that position for long.  Acting like a Disney cartoon dwarf is one thing... looking like one is quite another.

Other than that, we haven't been up to much besides entertaining The Tyke with trips out and lots of Easter loot (which may have resulted from a somewhat guilty conscience after leaving him behind at The Compound with my parents while we went to San Diego).

So, anyway, back to The Worst-Cold/Sinus-Infection On-the-Face-of-the-Planet-That-I-Wouldn't-Wish-On-My-Worst-Enemy...But-Then-Again-Maybe-I-Would.  Seriously, folks.  I thought I was dying. As in death. As in, I thought I wouldn't make it through to see who the winner is on the season finale of Dancing With the Stars.  Read: a fate worse than death. This is how it's gone down for me:

Day 1:  Minor sore throat, but nothing to worry about.  Drink a cup of herbal tea (#1).
Day 2:  Start to lose my voice.  Spend the day squeaking my communications to my coworkers.  Throat still sore.  Drink more cups of herbal tea (#2 and #3).
Day 3:  Congestion and 'Tiny Tim" -esque cough arrive.  More tea (#4).
Day 4:  Official cold.  Voice no longer sounds like pre-pubescent teen, now sounds like Kathleen Turner.  Tea (#5).
Day 5:  Official COLD!!  Can barely lift head off pillow due to immense sinus pressure.  Vaguely wonder if someone had snuck in and stuffed the marshmallow peeps from The Tyke's Easter basket up my nose while I was asleep.  Stay home from work. Tea (#6).  Spend the rest of the day worrying about what I wasn't getting done at work and counting remaining peeps in the house, just to be sure. More tea (#7).
Day 6:  OH THIS COLD SUCKS!  Back to work.  Though as drugged up as possible over the last 6 days, was told by coworkers that I looked like "I didn't feel too good," that I look like "should be in bed" that they better not "catch the plague" from me, and that I looked like I was having a "rough time."  Turn shower on as hot as it will go, remove the detachable shower head, put it on my forehead and sit there for 30 minutes and pray that even if it doesn't clear up the pressure making my entire head throb, maybe a 3rd degree burn will distract my from the pain.  Bring on the tea (#7 and #8).
Day 7:  CURSE YOU COOOOOOOOOOOOOLD!  Stay home from work. Try not to touch my right cheekbone for fear any pressure will cause my eye to pop out of its socket.  Tea, please (#9, #10, #11).
Day 8:  I'M DYING! THIS COLD IS GOING TO KILL ME! DEAD!  Awake at 3 a.m.  Coughing wakes up The Tyke at 5 a.m.  Have a cup of something substantially stronger than herbal tea and head to work.  Pull the "I'm a relative" card to get an appointment with my Uncle, who is an ENT.  Return to work with a diagnosis of a sinus infection, a prescription for an antibiotic, and faith that there will be an end to my affliction.  Leave a message on the husband's cell phone to say "See? I told you it was sinus infection, sucka!!"  Realize later that Riley would be wondering why Kathleen Turner had left him a message that said "See?  I tode you it wad a sidus infection, sucka!!"  Right side of my head finally starts to clear up.  Celebratory tea (#12).
Day 9:  I HOPE THIS COLD BURNS IN HELL!  Congestion and pressure from right side of my head has moved to the left overnight.  Dejected tea (#13). Head to work, where I am told "you look worse."  However, begin to feel better after taking a nap in my car at lunch.  Feel mixed emotions when someone tells me my right cheek no longer looks swollen.  Come home and realize that the mind-numbing sinus pressure is almost gone and congestion has gone from peeps stage to manageable.  Annoying, Tiny Tim-esque cough decides it hasn't gotten enough attention and develops into larger, scrape the back of your lungs and assist in the removal of internal organs-esque cough.  But I can live with that. 

Now I'm at the end of Day 9, and I really think that The Worst-Cold/Sinus-Infection On-the-Face-of-the-Planet-That-I-Wouldn't-Wish-On-My-Worst-Enemy...But-Then-Again-Maybe-I-Would is finally on its way out.  Which is good because I am out of tea.