Drinking so much tomato soup yesterday was a bad idea. I was waiting to start the acid reflux med until today and supper set me up for a doozy. The first indication was a coughing spell that lasted most of 30 minutes. Coughs so violent that I almost threw up several times. That can wear a person out. Burning was next.
When I got ready to go to bed, I positioned six pillows so I would be lying down but almost sitting. I guess you could say I was reclining. It was comfortable but I still can’t sleep that way. The only successful experience I’ve ever had with sleeping sitting up (besides dozing off in my chair) was post-surgery and I was zonked on painkillers.
After a few minutes, I dismantled the tower and lay down. Except for the burning, I was doing okay. There was an occasional cough but not with the intensity of before.
Then I had to take a potty break. Not terribly unusual except every time I’d doze off, I’d have to get up again. The acid in the tomatoes was irritating my bladder. There had to be a cure.
Pulling on my robe, I went to the kitchen and mixed up a cocktail of warm water and a couple teaspoons of charcoal powder. Ever hear of a Black Russian? I have but I’ve never indulged or even seen it. I doubt it turns one’s teeth and tongue black, though.
The charcoal must’ve bound with the cashews because my stomach really started burning. The frequency dwindled so I could sleep between trips. That was a plus.
It was 8 o’clock before I woke. A thick layer of clouds made it seem like it was much earlier. The high temperature was at 12:12 a.m.—31 degrees. It had dropped to 27 when I got up and it stayed at 25 degrees most of the day. It’s 22 now. Here’s what it looked like outside:
Snowflakes drifted down off and on but there’s really no accumulation. By 7 p.m., it had made it to 66 in the kitchen. I have on so many layers, I feel like the Michelin Man looks.
I’ve felt pretty rotten. My throat isn’t as irritated as it was but my head feels like it’s the size of a basketball. I thought about drinking my niece’s “cure” but didn’t. It’s lemon juice, a smashed garlic clove, honey (I use coconut crystals or nectar) and hot water. One is supposed to sip a cup of that several times a day. It tastes much better than it sounds.
I left voice mail for DS1 and when he called me back I had to put him off so I could have a coughing episode. I got over it and called him back.
The Computer Owner called and I let her know I’d found no reason to think it had been damaged. She was thrilled with the news. She’ll be so busy, though, she won’t be able to come get it right away. I told her when she did, I want her to plan on at least an hour so I can teach her a thing or two. She figures two hours is more realistic.
I asked her to tell me one thing—why does the webcam have a piece of black tape over it? Well, she’d heard on the news that a couple had inadvertently left their webcam going and what it recorded went all over the Internet. Now, there has to be more to it than that if any part of it is true. She thought that Skype loading would make the webcam accessible. I’ve taken that out of her startup programs so she doesn’t have to worry about it now.
Nothing except correcting/formatting two lessons has been done today. I also answered some of the comments on my post on SSNet. Oh, I did eat but I made sure it was fairly light. I don’t want a repeat.
My cousin called tonight. She had intended to have a short day and get home by noon but “Life is what happens when you’ve made other plans.” She asked if I would be able to make it for Thanksgiving dinner. I told her I wouldn’t be able to bring anything. I was assured I wouldn’t need to. We’ll see how I feel in the morning.
Genese has made a couple of Thanksgiving boards. I’ll share them tomorrow.
Twinkle is dozing in her chair and I need to doze in my bed. Here’s hoping tonight will be a better one.