The weekend of mild suffering seem to be fading since this morning I was able to actually talk! The past few days I felt my best mid-day and then come morning and night it was bleh. My voice was gone in the morning due to the coughing all night.
I’m back babies and I’m back with a ROAAARR*cough, cough*RRRR– okay, maybe not 100% back yet.
The best part of being sick was seeing Jonathon dance in his wheelchair when I when I took a hit of the cough spray that was prepping to expire in the cabinet from the last time illness hit our home. I gave it to J only once and after one spray his lips slammed shut and there was no way on Earth to get him to take it again. In desperation I decided to try it out and as Jonathon saw the mist hit my tongue, the look on my face must have spoken a thousand words. He began to yell “I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Yes, Zicam cough spray was disgusting. Horrible, disgusting and it made my ears itch. BLECH!!! Jonathon got his revenge and I’m truly sorry I thought he was a big baby butt for not wanting to take it.
[Photo found here]
