It is Saturday. I had hoped for a rather enjoyable one as we are supposed to heading out to my great-nephew’s first birthday party. However, I don’t feel well AND I was awaken by an extremely grumpy man which for some reason puts me in a grumpy mood. You’ll see why.
First off, the last night I slept well was Tuesday. My nose is so stuffed up I can’t breathe through it so I can’t sleep with the CPAP – I’ve tried. Wednesday night I developed a sore throat, aches, stuffed nose, throbbing ears – you all know what I’m talking about. Thursday was no better except that after the kids went off to school I returned to be and slept until 1:15. My throat was still raw, nose still stuffy but the ears were much better and my aches were downgraded to just feeling sore. However Dave developed a stuffy nose. Friday was about the same for both of us – he is taking Benadryl (he likes to leave the used capsule containers laying around) while I take whatever I can find that doesn’t mess with my blood pressure and make me feel ‘loopy’. No Benadryl for me.
So last night I finally had to get up and sleep in a recliner in order to breathe decent, plus Dave was moving around alot. I finally drift off to sleep around 2 and then Dave gets up to get a drink. Wide awake again. I drift off to sleep again only to be awaken by Mister Grumpy. He was walking heavily (stomping), flipping on lights and circling my recliner. After watching him lift up different pieces of paper, I ask what he is doing. Looking for something that somebody didn’t put back where it belongs, was the growling response. I decided to try and return to sleep. Banging drawers and loud whispering changed my mind. I asked what he was looking for. My medicine – there should be two capsules left in that drawer, in fact there should still be a box but somebody keeps moving it, stated the growling man. After a few more growls and him being very ticked off as he heads for the coffee shop, I get up and go into the bathroom. Pull open the drawer ALL THE WAY and ‘ta da’ there is the box of Benadryl. I chase down the grumpy man and tell him the Benadryl was in the top drawer. I’m not taking that, he states. Well that’s funny because Benadryl is what is printed on empty capsule containers you have left on the counter, I replied. He follows me back into the bathroom. I place the Benadryl in the drawer, slam it shut. He then opens it. Oh no! It’s gone again! Oh wait, pull the drawer open all the way and there it is.
He’s now the not so grumpy man. I am now the grumpy woman. The open used capsules are STILL on the counter!
I’m going to fix breakfast. Have a fabulous weekend!