So, last week I managed to catch a cold to rival all colds. It put me out of commission for a few days and served me up with what I’m going to deem the most miserable weekend in recent history.
I finally went to the doctor on Monday, and after waiting 2 hours to be seen, I was examined for 2.5 seconds and diagnosed with an ear infection, because apparently I’m 3 years old and live in a very sad version of Neverland.
Anyway, I’m saddled up with some sweet antibiotics, namely Amoxicillan and some numbing ear drops that make me look and feel a leaking freak. Why the Good Doctor didn’t give me any narcotics to remedy my wheezing couch or stubborn congestion beats me, but I’m on the mend so I guess it doesn’t matter. Sad face. Said cold, while thoroughly annoying, allowed me to spend some QT with my cats on the couch and Bones on Netflix.
On Friday before I was completely lost in my sick oblivion, I managed to make a wreath for our newly painted front door. I positioned everything and then hot glued the hell out of it to make sure it stayed put. It was a feat of craft magic with two curious kittens padding all over the place. Cats make doing projects on the floor a hellacious task…especially if you’re trying to use anything that’s round and is easily batted underneath a table. We also put up an American flag and added cushions to the rocking chairs. =)
Last night, Mike took me to eat at Outback and then to see the Avengers again, this time in 3D. It was just as good, if not better. If you haven’t seen it yet, you must.
Yes. I am sassy.