I had been looking forward to the Thanksgiving weekend for a while. Two days off work plus the weekend!? Awesome. A well-deserved break, in my eyes.
I have been working really hard and I was ready. Plans were made. Family dinners, hunting with the hubby, wistful dreams of Black Friday shopping, Christmas decorating, and special holiday eats. You know, general "happy-holiday"ness.
I left work (at which I have been experiencing allergies for way more than a few weeks) with the phrase “I’m just looking forward to not sneezing all weekend”. Famous. last. words.
Enter: plague. Or at least a hefty man-cold. Suddenly everything went from great plans to great nap.
Black Friday shopping? Nope, sleep.
Hunting? Nah, sleep.
Christmas Decorating? Uh-uh. Sleep.
Family Dinners? Well, I’d have to be dead to pass those up.
Enjoying holiday goodies? No way. Instead of inhaling treats, I 'enjoyed' saline rinses and facial steams.
The frustrating thing was that I really started to feel better after a solid sleep on Saturday night, but the glucose goblins showed up. For no reason that I could humanly comprehend, my blood sugar went up, and it refused to come down, regardless of rage bolusing. So all the headway (yes, pun intended) that I had made over three days, was undone in one afternoon.
My husband came into the kitchen Sunday night (after he had been out hunting) and found me - eyes-bloodshot, nose stuffed and cough thriving – faithfully making our favorite holiday treats.
“We are celebraiding Chrisdbas wedder we wand to or nod, danggid.”
‘Tis the season for aloe infused tissue.