Thoughts from a sick mind.

Not like "sick and twisted" mind. An ill mind. In case you haven't heard, there is a blogger plague going around. Shannon started it. Shanna has it. I has it. Anyone else out there?

It took me a day and a half to admit I was sick. It's just allergies! Tiff, you're sick. Wow, the rain kicked up so much pollen and my ALLERGIES! Really, what happened was that Justin asked if we could go clothes shopping for him this past weekend and I wasn't going to let some wimpy head cold stop that. Besides, I had a coupon!

So here we are, day 4 of the most pathetic head cold ever. I don't get sick. I DO NOT. I get weird ailments. As in, recurring skin disorder that took doctors most of my life to figure out. The food poisoning/salmonella. The mystery flank pain that has been bothering me since August. But normal sick? I don't know what to do with myself.

Here are some of the intriguing thoughts that have been floating around my head for the past four days.

• Kleenex with lotion. A dream for the nose. Everything else though? Not so much. My hands, hair, and face are begging me to lay off the tissues. The snot in my nose would disagree.
• Being sick means I can eat whatever I want. Like jalapeno beer cheese soup in a bread bowl. Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. And a chocolate shake and waffle fries from chik-fil-a. Oh, and chocolate milk with Kahlua. 
• I can turn into a 4-year old in three seconds or less. Especially when I want Mexican food for dinner. I didn't win that one.
• Cough drops taste good.
• Downton Abbey is THAT GOOD. Okay, I'm only on episode two. But you know how people who watch Mad Men and Breaking Bad say that you don't understand until you watch it? Well I watch those so I already understood. But Downton Abbey, I was like pssssht whatever have you seen Mad Men? Now I know.
• Meowws are good caretakers, for very brief moments. You may have seen these precious moments floating around instagram. With the exception of the 2-hour nap she took on me during The Artist, these aggressive cuddles/attempted strangulations last just a few intense minutes. I get the sense that she does it because she knows it is her meowily duty to comfort me. Even reluctantly.
• Justins are also very good caretakers. Which made it so much easier for me to finally give in to the sickness. Even though it's just really bad allergies.
  
  
  

And that's the best I can do. It is time for more NyQuil and more delicious cough drops. Stay healthy, blogland.