Two weeks in and I am still battling the Kathleen Turner voice (tired of hearing it sounds sexy), the sore throat, the never ending mounds of flem coming out of my sinuses and the feeling of not wanting to do a damn thing but sleep.
This must stop.
I have been sucking down the codeine cough syrup in the hopes it pulls the flem out of my body. I am sleeping (sort of) with the inhaler next to my side, ready to pump twice if my lungs don’t play nicely. And I am applying Abreva every 3 hours as my body seems to think it hilarious to kick me when I am down and decided I need a cold sore on my mouth now too.
Gah. Damn it all to hell.