Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Slippery When Wet

Argh! It is now day 9 in an ongoing battle with a heinous sinus infection and I have decided that it’s never, EVER going away. I can handle the pain in my head and teeth (grr, when did this become a symptom??), the congestion, the fact that everything sounds as if it’s being muffled through a stack of newspaper, the obnoxious snot sound in my voice, being unable to kiss my hubby because I can’t breathe through my nose while my mouth is otherwise — ahem — engaged and the fact that I am single-handedly keeping Kleenex in business. What I despise however (with a hatred like no other), is the absolute extinction of any and all energy.

I just sent a friend an e-mail that read: “STILL battling the sinus infection and by the time I get home and get Coop fed, bathed and in bed, I'm wiped.
That's why I have been a crap friend and not responded to your texts or phone calls.

I'm sorry! Please forgive. =)”


Aside from ignoring friends and fam (and the dishes, laundry, trash … ), I am disgusted that I’m too pooped to enjoy those few hours I have with Coop at night.
Try as I might, crawling around on the floor and making peek-a-boo faces at Coop from up above just isn’t as thrilling when the “stuff” builds up so intensely in my head and ears as I bend down that I know an explosion is imminent and snot threatens to drop down on his little face. Despite the possible onslaught of cross contamination (I did refrain from kissing and cuddling the first few days when sinus slippage was at its peak), I have yet to miss a night of blanket bonding with my little guy, though my efforts are lackluster at best.

I have come to the conclusion, though, that while baking in my belly for 9 months, Coop absorbed ALL of my immunities and took them with him when he was extracted through a ginormous slit in my abdomen. Por que you may ask? This is my third lingering illness since Coop was born (second go ’round in the sinus sector). Hey, if me being sickly means Coop isn’t, I’m definitely willing to take one for the team — just wish halftime would last a little longer.

OK, done with the whining. But let me leave with this fabulous little insight from my coworker, Josh, who, when I told him about my Pat Benatar reference in yesterday’s post (Lassoed by Luv) said, “I thought you would have said ‘Hit Me With Your Wet Snot.’”

And the hits just keep on coming.

-smell (umm, maybe not today) you later- Coop’s Mom (aka Tessa)

p.s. A big shout out to the hubby who has been quite the handy andy around the house since Coop joined our little tribe. PLUS, he's been quick on the draw with the Vicks & Kleenex the past few days. Without you, ink king, life wouldn't "smell" as sweet. =)

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