I've been flitting about like a mad hummingbird all week, all flighty and flitty, and flibbity gibbity. Unable to sit still, to follow a thought, just bouncing along.
Blame it on modern medicine and last week's congested buggy-thing. Of course then I was sick, with a 5 day sinus headache and congestion in my bronchial passages that would not go away and I still managed to work, blog, and go to the gym. I even managed to participate in my gym's barbells for boobs fundraiser, and finished my workout in the requisite time. The the previously intermittent coughing decided it was time to dig in permanently.
I gave up and went to the a walk in clinic where I walked out with two cough syrups and a prednisone dose-pack but luckily, or so I thought, no antibiotics. Well, it has been a few years since I was on more than 20 mg of prednisone at a time and I forgot that larger doses turn me into a virtual human-hummingbird, flitting here and there never stopping, all butterfly-brained, never resting. Combine that with codeine and it was a lost cause. I'm also one of the minority of people for whom codeine makes me wired as all get-out.
Years ago I was on Tylenol #3 for back pain. I'd be up for 3 days then crash for 24 hours and repeat. When I was up it was like I was main-lining caffeine. I felt productive as long as there was lots of stuff to do, lots of things to push around, and very little on my agenda that required deliberate thought.
This week I've had the hyper-hypers in spades, although I have slept lightly at night. Until today. I am about to crash. But at least my head is clear and I can breathe. I am still coughing a little but probably not so much that I it will wake me. I'm hoping tomorrow will be just another normal day.
The candy bowl is by the door, awaiting the arrival of pumpkins, goblins, and other small unearthly creatures. Dinner is on the stove. I'll probably be in bed about the same time as the wee ones tonight.
