Every time I think I am getting better, my cough comes back to bite me in the arse. I just can't seem to shake it. I'm tired of being sick. Yes, I know, I shouldn't complain when so many others have it way worse than I do. I'm just feeling like shit and in a complaining mood.
The problem is when I get sick; the world still goes on around me. I still have to take Mum to her appointments and go to my own. I still have to look after my grandkids while my daughter works. Why is it, that they know when I'm feeling off and will play up like anything? My next three weeks seem to be filled with different appointments for both my mum and myself.
Hearing Specialists, Dentists, Podiatrists, Granddaughter's Birthday, Physio, Dietician, Dr. 2 Easter Bonnet Parades, and Easter, just to name a few of the things I have to plan around for the next few weeks.
On top of it all I've been dealing with a never-ending headache. And weirdly, my ears are ringing so loudly that I'm finding it hard to think straight, Today my house smells wonderful. I made a huge pot of chicken and vegetable soup. I have been thinking about eating it for days but have been too under the weather to cook it. After Mum's hearing appointment this morning. I decided to come home and make it. I'm so glad that I did. It was freaking delicious.
I've been re-reading Taking Chances 1: Lie to Me. I like where it's going, but I totally have to pull the damn thing apart and rework it. Apparently, I have like three different stories going on at the same time. It's just confusing, even to me. I'll figure it out eventually.
