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Sunday, 10/23/2005 - 08:23 AM PDT
Listening to Bewitched
The topic: *koff* *koff*
Gah. I hate this. Brian was gone all day yesterday, working on the bucket for his tractor. Today, he's gone, having gotten new tires for one of the pieces of equipment last week. They were delivered to some shipping company in Santee and today, he's hauling them to his bro's, then he's going to the property to check for mice.
And I sit here hacking and coughing.
I made Swiss steak for dinner last night and when he called to tell me he still had a couple of hours of work to do, I meanly didn't tell him I'd cooked. Which actually worked out, because he would have left early, to come home to eat and he wouldn't have gotten to the point he was wanted to reach.
But I made him do the dishes.
He did bring me the cough syrup. I waited until about nine to take my dose. The directions say not to take more than four doses in a twenty-four hour period. We watched the movie "After the Sunset" with Pierce Brosnan, Salma Hayek and Woody Harrelson, then turned in.
And once I was laying down, the coughing began. I finally said "f--- it", got out of bed, went into the kitchen and got another dose of the Robitussin. Yeah, you're not supposed to take more than four doses in a twenty-four hour period, but it doesn't say you can't take them all at once. And if I had to, I had to.
I needed sleep.
I do have to say I've got more sympathy for little Ciara's problem right now. She's been sneezing up a storm, strings of green snot flying around her face. Brian and I have both been wiping her little nose and face. It's funny, we both have the urge to hold the tissue to her face and say "blow".
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