Dead Man Walking

I am still oh-so-sick.

Since last I wrote, I have done very little, which is bad considering that I was supposed to be moving into the new house this weekend. Fortunately, my husband jumped in and took over, but I couldn't help but feel guilty about not being able to help.

That is, of course, when I have had the strength to feel guilty.

I can't breathe. My eyes burn. My throat is scratchy (an improvement over the previous days of soreness). And my head hurts. A new kind of hurt. My parents tell me its called sinus pain.

I spent the weekend at my parent's house, where my mother gave me an assortment of goldenseal, vitamin C, tea, and chicken soup.

And I am still pretty miserable.

When I am feeling a little more like myself, maybe I will get around to taking photos of the new place.

Until then, I'll be sitting somewhere comfy with a tissue over my face and my eyes half closed.