Take one holiday weekend, add a hormonal roller-coaster and 2-3 days of unsettled, bouncing-barometer weather and you have one poor chicklet who’s been totally laid low.
In fact, my head still hurts somewhat, but at least it’s down to a dull roar rather than a razor-sharp scream.
As I’m sure you can surmise, I’ve been no good to anybody over the last few days, but I’m hoping that the tide has turned (or at least the weather…) because my house looks like it should be designated a national disaster and we’re all rapidly running out of clothing.
The kicker, too? I can’t take any heavy-duty meds because I’m still breastfeeding and we can’t let Ms. Junior Peanut get anything like that in her milk. So good ol’ regular-strength pain relievers it is. At least for now.
I’m sure I don’t have to tell anybody this, but being under the weather SUCKS. I will add here that I am certainly grateful that normally we’re all in good health and not suffering from anything chronic, because I can’t imagine being in pain on a daily, neverending basis. I feel for people who are.
Anyway. It’s time for me to take a dose of meds and head for bed. Morning comes way too soon sometimes.