Sweet Buddha has been teething. And then he got sick. And then I got sick. And we are all still sick.
It has been absolute hell. I have closed my eyes shut tight and asked the Lord to please take me out of my misery now. My body aches have been so thoroughly awful, that even my skin hurt. My nose is stuffed, breathing is difficult, coughing so hard my ribs feel cracked, throat so raw it feels like sandblasting every time I swallow…
I have gargled salt water, cayenne water, apple cider vinegar water, consumed spoonfuls of honey, sucked down glass after glass of tea, orange juice, water, hot tea, trying to alternate between hot and cold to burn and freeze the throat. My sinus cavities feel painfully dry. Utter misery, I say.
I ate very little in the past two days. Chicken soup and very wet, buttered toast. I am hungry now, but all food sounds painful to eat. I am nursing a mug of Madagascar Vanilla Red hot tea sweetened with two spoonfuls of honey. It’s surprisingly not repulsive.
The girl is reading in her room. The boy is asleep on my bed. I hear them both cough from time to time. Husband is working. T is at a concert with Big R.
And the tragedy of Eight Belles haunts me.
