I was warned! But I never listened! Boys have COOTIES!
Well, now I have gone and found out the hard way! Mr. Mister has passed his cootie bug on to me! And it was with perfect timing too! I really had "fun" at his work Christmas party this past Saturday. First, I thought that maybe if I drank enough Bailey's (on ice) that it would numb my sore throat! Ummmmm NO! Doesn't work too well. But the Bailey's sure was yummy!
OK! So then I thought that maybe, if I got up and danced a little, I would forget all about not feeling well! One dance (the Electric Slide.......GO Kathy! GO Kathy!) later and my throat was ON FIRE! It took three glasses of "ice" to calm it back down!
Finally, After several hours, I decided I was done and headed up to the room we had reserved and passed out! NO! Not from drinking! I don't think anyone could really ever get drunk drinking Bailey's can they? It's like drinking chocolate milk!
Sunday morning, I got up, checked out of the hotel, came home, crawled right back into bed, and stayed there the rest of the day! There were a few bits of excitement when I thought that my life was going to end, and I would be haunting Mr. Mister sooner than expected, because whenever I coughed or sneezed it totally cut off all of my breathing! I would jump out of bed, gasping for air, while thumping on my chest like an ape. My mind kept telling me not to panic, but what does someone do when they can't BREATHE? They PANIC! After a few near death experiences, I called Mr. Cootie Bug Giver, and begged him to run to the store for a vaporizer and some Vick's vapor rub that I seriously contemplated eating by the spoonful at the time!
Two days later, our bedroom smells like a medical ward, and I am still fighting cooties! I can barely talk (which my family LOVES) and I have tons of things that need to be done! I feel a nap coming on though! And who can resist a nap in the middle of the day, after a night of trying not to break a rib, while coughing up a lung?