My Face Hates Me

Howdy people!!! So the past two weeks have been non stop for me. Wether its been trying to be social or busy catching up on adulting… Its been NON.STOP. Well last week I got sick. I caught the cold from hell from my Kiddos.  Normally a cold only last a few days for me. NOT THIS ONE!!! By the time Thursday hit, I was for sure I was going to die from a head cold. Thats right people. I was certain that the cooties I caught from my kiddos was trying to take me out. So what do you do when you feel like a Mack truck has run you over??? You fly home to be with your parents because you all of a sudden have a need to be taken care of. So my 36 year old ass caught the first flight out Friday morning to go be with my parents.  I made it in around 9ish and made a pit stop in FlowerMound to visit my not so little cousin who had just gotten home from he hospital. Spent some time with him and a few family members and then went to my parents house and face planted on their sofa from Friday afternoon until EARLY Sunday morning. I didn’t move. I didn’t call anyone. I didn’t text anyone. NOTHING. No one knew I was home and I NEEDED it to be that way so I could attempt to feel human again. So for 2.5 days, I moved from that spot on the sofa to pee, eat, shower, stock up on yarn… and thats it. I made 3 scarves and watched NON STOP HALLMARK!!! Well I alternated between hallmark and Lifetime. (LAME LAME LAME but I LOVE IT). Friday and Saturday I ran fever. So my mom showered me with every cold medication that was created and then doped me up with Theraflu laced with Brandy. Then she made me Hot toddy’s that were STRONG AS HELL!!! Not only did she LOAD them with whiskey but she added peppermint and VICKS vapor to it!!! Like my eyes started watering as soon as she put it in my hands. My dad bought me A BOX of donuts and made me chicken noodle soup… THATS LOVE RIGHT THERE!!!! You guys don’t understand how miserable I was. My FACE HATED ME!!! At this very moment it still hates me. It feels like big foot is pushing my face from the inside out!!! I am living off of nose spray and netty pots!!! I think thats what they are called. I’m doing everything in my power to clear the SNOT that has taken over my nasal cavities!!! I don’t care if I am a little congested. I just need for my entire face to not hurt!!! THIS SUCKS!!!!!!!!

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Thursday night… Thera flu laced with brandy
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Made it home to Texas. Felt like CRAP but I was cute!!
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MY FACE IS FALLING OFF!!!
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Friday and Saturday look
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Flying back to NYC and still feel like run over dog crap

Its Monday and I feel better but a few times today big foot was pushing the inside of my face. I’m ready to feel normal again. I have no plans for this weekend. I have no desire to go anywhere. I just want to sleep, and watch sappy movies and make more scarves. I might go out for brunch (in all my sweatpants glory) but I am also cool with ordering groceries online and cooking my own brunch… Yeh that is more than likely going to happen. HAPPY MONDAY FOLKS!!!!

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Author: singleinbrooklynblog

I am a 30 something year old woman living in Brooklyn NY. I am originally from Dallas TX but do not see myself moving back any time in the near future. I have a love for all food especially when it can be delivered to my apartment. I love running OCR even though I am the slowest person out there. I have a short attention span (why NY is the ideal place for me). I am silly, sarcastic, optimistic, easy going and fun. I am also very single and I must say that I am enjoying my Single In Brooklyn life.

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