- orange juice, lots of it.
- water, lots of it.
- tissues, taking over my bed.
- soup, beginning to be a really boring meal.
- tylenol: sinus (congestion and pain)--you'd better not cause long term issues in my unborn child or I Will Cut You.
- Oswald: jumping every time I get a new tissue from the box (which is about every 5 minutes), putting his ears back at the loud honking noise that then issues forth from my slightly red schnoz. His life is so hard.
- JAG, maintaining my sanity. Somewhat.
- old husband t-shirts, comfortable and comforting.
- multiple trips to the bathroom since hydrating and pregnancy are not coexisting happily.
- wanting to reach my hand all the way down my throat and scratch like a mad woman until that itching that kept me up all night STOPS.
- lived in bed.
- lips falling off my face in spite of extra moisturizing intensive chapstick.
- and last, but not least, my right nostril...permanently cemented shut.
I think I'm firing my body. What was it thinking getting sick at a time like this?! Thoughtless, I tell you. Thoughtless!
