Why My Brain Has Disappeared, Explained

It seems that whatever energy my body has left after spending all day building a baby has been used up fighting the Evil Summer Cold Virus. I am sorry to report the battle was unsuccessful, and after spending the morning at the ER yesterday, I now have in my possession a bottle of amoxicillin tablets to fight the sinusitis that has won out. And I have absolutely no energy left in me to power my noggin.

I should have known - the hacking cough never died down, the runny nose never stopped, and my head feels like it's full of goop two full weeks after catching said cold. But since I am the Mom and therefore feel I'm not allowed to be sick, I managed to ignore it a bit longer than I should have. I fortunately have a husband who is well known for possessing extreme quantities of patience. As a result of his heroic acts of Toddler Entertainment over this weekend, Kevin is now firmly in contention for Husband and Father of the Year. You rock, Dear!

I don't make for a good patient. I get all kinds of funked out when sick. I have managed to convince myself that I'm a crappy mom, wife, and general citizen. Kevin has reminded me several times that I'm not evil, just sick, and that things will be better soon. So I guess I should hold off on the psychiatric referral for a bit longer.

Meanwhile, I am drawing calm vibes and general relaxed attitude from Miss Houdini:



"Don't worry, Ma. You'll feel better in a few days. Take your amoxicillin, drink lots of fluids, and get plenty of rest. See how fun I make the "get plenty of rest" thing look? I'm all kinds of comfy here. And just remember, it could be worse. It could be bird flu."