Sicko

I have been home sick for the last three days. My throat felt like it was full of glass, and my head weighed at least 47 pounds. I've learned a lot while lying in bed:

I've learned that daytime TV sucks. Between the Rock, Paper, Scissors Championship ( I'm not kidding...it was on ESPN), Law and Order Marathons and Americas Next Top Model 2005 Marathon - what more could a delirious sick person ask for. Right?

I've learned that no matter what type of tissue you buy - your nose will be raw regardless. Raw. Red. And sore. Sore as sore can be.

Speaking of red, raw and sore...I've learned that no matter how much you blow your nose it will just make more. I don't know how it's possible to produce that much stuff - but it just keeps comin' and comin and comin...

I hope ya'll don't catch this crud. It's awful. I haven't seen my sweet Grandson since Thanksgiving cause I didn't want to make him sick. Ya'll take your Vitamin C - wash your hands. WASH YOUR HANDS. And - LYSOL - everywhere. K?

K!