Sorry for not putting up a post yesterday, I was in dire straits due to this horseshit cold or whatever it is I have going on. I honestly, truly was concerned over the weekend that I may cough myself into insanity. Like sobbing, ripping my hair our, thrashing on the ground level insanity. We've all been there right?
So y'all know I have the crud, and while most of the symptoms have shifted or lessened pretty quickly, I've had coughing jags that are absolute hell on earth. I slept for about 3 hours Saturday night because every time I laid down, I just cough uncontrollably. And not like a productive, "at least I'm getting whatever crap is in my chest out" coughing. It's a dry, nagging, body overtaking cough that does nothing other than make me feel like 1) my skull is going to explode 2) that I will go nuts. I need to have a scalding hot beverage or a huge glass of water near me at all times when I get in this mode. If I don't, a coughing jag will grab me and it will go on for easily 5 minutes until I am gasping for breath. (I guess if nothing else, my liquid consumption has been on point the last few days.) If I get on a coughing jag the only thing that really stops it is to chug a 16 ounce or larger glass of water without pausing. I feel like a frat boy at a drinking contest and like I should be crushing an empty beer can on my head afterwards. I've had a ridiculous "is this even good for my kidneys" amount of water the last few days.
I tried to lay down Sunday afternoon to take a nap and immediately started coughing. So I did what any normal person would do. I got up, cried for a little bit and text vented to my aunt, who was so kind and drove out of her way to bring me cough syrup with codeine in it. I was not able to sleep on Sunday night either due to coughing/breathing issues, so by yesterday I was running on 6 hours of sleep over a period of 2 days. Not good. They say that brain function on sleep deprivation is the same as when you are impaired by alcohol and I totally believe it. I was incapable of normal thought yesterday (another reason for no post), and pretty much everything made me cry. I finally was able to sleep for about 2.5 hours yesterday afternoon, and slept for about 7 hours last night. The cough is still hanging on but it's definitely better than it was.
Needless to say I've barely moved in like 3 days, so people are going to have to give me a pass on the probably not meeting my step goals or any other goal for this month. I weighed in this morning and was at 207, which is only a half pound up from last week. The only somewhat positive thing is that I have had no appetite to speak of, so there really hasn't been any mindless snacking or craving of sweets. That's probably about the only thing that has helped me on the weight front.
I'll be able to get back to posting like I normally do, which I'm sure you're all breathing a sigh of relief over. ;)
And today is officially Mardi Gras! If you're down South, happy Mardi Gras and don't party too hard. ;)