That nasty cold/sinus infection hijacked my body for another week, which explains my blogging absence. Not that I would need to explain my absence, but I am a first born child. Which means I continually feel like I've failed someone around me at any given time. It's called the perfection gene. Have you heard of it? It's loads of fun.
My bedside table looked like a small pharmacy for about 2 weeks straight. I was going to take a picture of it but lacked the cognitive skills to operate both my camera and the TV remote control at the same time. Thanks to the Internet, I found one that was similar.
I had several more prescription bottles on mine, but you get the idea. This portable pharmacy beside my bed served as a handy visual to remind my family that I was indeed sick. Now that it is clear again, I am happy to report that I am back in full mother-please-wait-on-me-hand-and-foot mode.
Unfortunately, since we're in a tiny apartment, the sick germs have tried their best to inhabit the bodies of the other family members here. Currently, my 14 year old sounds like he is coughing up a lung. I make my husband follow him around with a can of Lysol. I do fear that this might be affecting his self esteem. My son's, not my husband's.
The sick bed was not a total loss though, as I did make a few important discoveries during that time. I thought I would share them with you. The first one is that there is such a thing as too many Wedding reality TV shows. Two, Kelly Ripa's hair is the most gorgeous shade of blond. It's like butter. And three, given a heavy dose of NyQuil I can easily convince myself that The Bachelor is good TV.
As you can see, it was a productive 2 weeks.