Still Yuck

Too much information, but funny.

I am still sick and it is gross. Nose and lungs. Won't go any further than that. Yesterday was the worst. I got home from work, looking and feeling like death warmed over. I changed into my nightclothes and passed out on the sofa.

BH put the kettle on so I could have some TheraFlu. He made sure I was comfy on the sofa and brought me the mug. I was holding the mug to my chest, to feel the heat through the congestion.

I was getting all "I feel gross, thanks for taking care of me, I feel gross" then started the lovely hacking cough.

And then started to cry. BH patted my leg and told me I would be better soon, it's all ok, etc. I said through tears, "No, when I coughed, I spilled some of the TheraFlu and burned myself..." He was concerned and said, "Let me see, is it ok?"

Remember, I had changed into nightclothes - tee shirt and cut-off sweats (sexy, I know) - and was holding the TheraFlu to my CHEST.

I couldn't help it, I started giggling through the crying and basically flashed him. He started laughing, too. Then went and got me some aloe vera lotion for the red splotch. While I went through a box of tissues to mop up all the extra fluid from the crying and the cold. Oh, and the damp spot on my shirt.

I then proceeded to have a gross night, but feel better this morning. And I didn't need the aloe vera this morning!