A horrible plague has attacked my house. In the last two weeks I’ve been to the doctor twice, Cassidy once, Ben’s not had a single day where he’s not coughed, even the kitchen sink has sprung a leak!
What started for me last week as a seemingly simple sore throat and runny nose transformed into a sinus infection. I’ve never actually had a sinus infection before but at least twice in the last few days I contemplated whether I actually needed the top if my head to survive. Drilling a hole into my forehead to drain the mucus seemed like a welcome alternative to the pain I was in. Luckily, somebody finally said “sinus infection” so yesterday I went to Urgent Care and got some antibiotics and slept till 2PM today. When I woke up I could feel the stuff up there crackling and having a little going away party in my head and I was able to sit up without wincing in pain for the first time in three days.
I am so ready to be over all this, so ready to get back into the swing of things. I feel like I spent the last two weeks walking around in this haze of Vicodin (for the back pain over the birthday weekend), Tylenol and Sudafed. And I admit for the first day or two, it’s a fun haze. But after that it becomes like a cage you can’t get away from. I haven’t taken a single picture in two weeks and I have that new flash. THAT’S how sick I’ve been.
Anyway, so much has been going on in my absence from reality!
Britney bombed on the VMA’s and the world seemed shocked for some reason. OJ went all vigilante on the guy that set up all his off shore bank accounts he’s using to keep money hidden from the Goldmans. Paris was spotted in a book store. Most shockingly, Debra Messing was spotted wearing a magnificent blue parachute. In public. In the daylight. Were people could see her.
It’s refreshing to know that the people in Hollywierd weren’t too upset by my absence and continued to carry on with life as normal.
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