Death. That's what I feel like. You know that feeling where even your hair hurts? Yep. I got that. My face is on fire, my throat feels like sandpaper and I can feel the tickle starting in my chest...all this in addition to the horrific body aches. Nice. But...the thought of food makes my mucus filled tummy turn, so at least I'm doing well jumping back on the eating less and better train. Mucus would be a protein, right?
I must go to the store...with the Littles. UGH! We have no bread, no toilet paper, no kleenex, no band aids...you get the idea. I have to go. There's no getting out of it. My coffee is making things slightly better. I have to go eat some solid food and take an ibuprofin and then maybe I'll feel like something close to human...maybe a chimp?
Please God, let the kids be good in the store and not ask for every other thing they see. Also, please place something quick and delicious in my path so I don't have to cook dinner or feed my children fast food. Amen.
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