I made the mistake of overdoing it a bit this weekend. I’ve been feeling pretty run down, mostly due to stress about employment and if I could get more than about three hours of sleep a night I’d be so, so happy. But no. I went and ran around with a friend on Saturday, and had coffee. Sunday I went and spent an hour outside w/out a coat on at the Ballard Farmers Market (got some good nums, by the by, so I don’t have to go the the store until I run out of creamer), but then.
Then I went over to my friend’s house, who has a sweet sweet cat named Clover. And stayed for two and a half hours.
And my lungs are SO NOT HAPPY with me right now. When I cough things taste metallic, I have a scary wheeze going when I breathe, and my nose hasn’t stopped running for nearly eighteen hours now. I’ve gone through an entire big box of Kleenex and have started on the second, making a good dent in that one too. I’m going to look like Rudolph if I do manage to have an interview this week. Or at least some scary flaking peeling nose-monster. Great way to make an impression!
I need to ship the electric spinning wheel ASAP, but even moving around to get dressed to go take the wheel for shipping prompted a round of coughing that had me doubled over and my ribs aching. I think not today. I feel awful about not getting this out when I said I would, but I hope the buyer understands. I’ve tucked a bit of fiber in the box to try and help make up for it, but I still feel like an ass.
For now, I’m going to go try to find yet another dose of Claritin (this stuff is swimming in my bloodstream and yet nothing is stopping the nose running!), and maybe make some tea to soothe my throat. It feels like I’ve been trying to swallow glass shards or something…good times! :P
If I can stay awake long enough, I’ll start an alligator scarf for my nephew today. Keep your fingers crossed for me?