which quickly became my ebola.  her little sniffly cold hit my lungs with a war whoop and kicked my ass.  for 3 weeks now, I’ve been blowing snot out of my head by the bucket load…you think I jest, but let me tell you that in said 3 weeks, I have used more tissues (4 boxes), antibiotics, decongestant, cough syrup, my inhaler, and steroids for the nebulizer than I have used in years.  and I get bronchitis atleast once every year.

I don’t know why this round affected me so bad, but I went from coughing a bit to coughing up my toes in half a day.  thankfully, I’m on my way to normal (or whatever passes for normal here at casa de hockett) finally!

and, to top it off, my bronchitis has stirred up my vertigo, so if I’m not coughing, my head is spinning, sometimes even at the same time.  and I can’t take my meds for that because they knock me out;  I reckon it’d be difficult to drive while I’m sleeping, and babysitting would present a challenge as well.

but, I’ve got my little man to take care of me.  he’s been so helpful, hopping up to rub my back when I cough, bringing me more water.  he’s a Godsend.  rich’s hours have changed ~yet again~ as a direct result of his company slowly going down the crapper, along with his job, I suspect and fear.  so it’s just tony and I here in the evenings.  let me tell you I feel much better alone at night out here in BFE since we had the alarm system installed.  of course, it may very well be false security, but it works for me…

I’ve been watching ALOT of television and movies, and just being generally unproductive, though I have started this week chauffering jerry again, and of course picking the children up from school.  today I started work on a pair of curtains for the living room; I worked in increments, partly because I still tire easily, but also because I have found that projects go much quicker without miss emma’s help.

she’s so eager to pitch in that I hate to discourage her.  she’s learned to close doors after we’ve walked through them; unfortunately she doesn’t pay attention to who may be coming behind her, or how heavy the basket of clothes in their hands may be before she shuts the door on them.  she also loves to ‘help’ with the laundry.  I hand her the wet items and she throws them in the dryer, (it won’t stop raining long enough to hang anything on the line) then shuts the door…sometimes before we’re finished loading it.

she’s learned to climb the steps coming in from the garage.  I get her out of her seat, and she comes around behind the car, and heads directly for the steps.  I have to be quick and make sure I’m right behind her, those steps would be mighty painful to fall off of.  and, this afternoon when I wasn’t paying attention (bad auntie!) she climbed the inside steps and went into tony’s room for a visit.  he hollered at me, and when I went around the corner, I looked up and there she was, grinning and waving.  little stinker.

well, I’m ready to climb into my cozy bed for the night.  I’ll be back soon.