Love Sick

My sweetie has been a hot mess for two weeks and is on his second round of antibiotics for a respiratory infection of hellish magnitude. Instead of giving up kisses, like the hypochondriac I was raised to be, I snuggled away despite his temperature and hacking cough. He needed hugs and kisses, and who am I to deny him in the name of health?

Last night, my throat began to get sore, so I tried to ward it off with a combination of liquor, cayenne pepper, onions, lemon, ginger, honey, and tea. Not all together in the same concoction, but throughout the evening. I feel my homeopathic remedies may have failed me, since this morning, I woke up with lung pain. Lung pain! I didn’t even think that was possible. Also, my head feels like an elephant crapped in it…just flipped the top of my head back like some sort of PEZ alien and dropped a hot one right in my cranium.

What’s a girl to do? (Go to work and complain a lot, apparently.) I sense this is just the beginning of a long, unpleasant journey. Woe is me. It hurts here: