It's what I'm battling. And how I feel (assuming we're keeping this PG).
Yesterday, I got so dehydrated that even touching my skin (to, say, put on lotion) made me wince. Climbing into bed elicited a yelp. Finally, I got a clue and sent Tim for some Powerade, which did help immensely. So now I'm just down to some coughing, a sore throat and a nose that somehow manages to be stuffed up and yet constantly running. Go figure.
Mostly I'm just wallowing a bit in self-pity. And enjoying the Puffs Plus that we splurged on because our noses had been rubbed raw from using toilet paper in lieu of tissues. (Did I mention Tim is sick too? He's been nice enough not to club me over the head for all the whining I'm doing.)
Sadly, there's not much else to report. Tim's eager for me to get better, if for no other reason than we can get his punching bag. We went to Sports Authority on Sunday and checked out some sale items. It looks like the $99.99 stand and $79.99 100-lb bag will suit us pretty well. With some coupons, the whole thing will run around $150, including tax.
We each got a set of gloves, plus Tim got foot guards since he practices shoeless, even when he's kicking. And we have to go by Home Depot to get bags of sand. Three to weight down the sand ($5-8, compared to the $45 weight plates the catalog pictures show) and two to fill up the heavy bag. So, in all, it will cost around $250 to $275, but that's not bad given how much we're getting.
Perhaps I will even start using it to get some exercise. If nothing else, it will be a great thing to vent frustration on. I find it's nice, when you're really angry, to be able to wear yourself out physically. And now I can do it from the comfort of my own home!
That's about all the excitement there is, I'm afraid. I'm off to eat some oranges and blow my nose on some very tender tissues. Don't be jealous, it's unbecoming.