Battling

I am normally a very healthy person. I rarely get sick and there are some people who would argue that my immune system may actually work too well and may be what caused my miscarriages. Typically I don't even miss one day of work due to illness. My sick leave is used up by doctor appointments and maternity leave but rarely is it used for actual sickness. So, it is surprising to me that I have been battling the same cold, cough, sinus congestion thing for months now. I think I first got it in December and now here we are at the end of January and I still have it. Oh sure, it will lighten up just enough for a few days to have me thinking that it's finally gone but then I'll wake up unable to breath through my nose and the whole things starts all over again. This past weekend was bad, I had a very sore throat and stuffy nose, but now today I'm feeling a tad better so I'm hoping that I'm on the upswing and that finally I will be rid of this forever.

Another thing I'd like to be rid of are migraines. I got a doozy yesterday afternoon and then, like a total idiot, I didn't take any medicine for it, instead hoping that sleep alone would take it away. I was wrong and woke up this morning with the same headache. One $13.33 migraine pill and an hour later and it's gone.

It's shaping up to be a good day. First, it's supposed to be 51 degrees and sunny today. In January. In Wisconsin. Second, I weighed myself this morning and I lost one pound, bringing my total thus far to nearly 7 pounds lost since I started my diet. And third, I paid some bills which is something I always put off because it's depressing but at least now I can be rid of the nagging feeling that I have bills to pay. I'm going to try and catch up on some reading during lunch today and keep things light. Tomorrow seems like the perfect time to think about the heavier things going on like deciding on where to send QT for kindergarten, how we're going to afford the new roof we need, whether the husband will have a job come next year and when oh when to schedule our FET. Such pesky little matters.