So, I got dressed and went out to buy some decongestants, and discovered another symptom. My legs are weak. I was walking like I was drunk.
Speaking of drunk, I think I've had two hangovers in my entire life, and in both cases I wasn't even inebriated. Both hangovers were from drinking home-brewed mead. Man, that stuff is EVIL! Tastes good, but evil evil evil.
This headache I have feels just like a mead hangover. It was overcast today, but every once in a while a beam of sun would break through, and when it did, it split my head. Somebody two houses away was running a wood chipper, and every time a branch went through it felt like my head was going through the chipper. (Yeah, I saw "Fargo". Just like that.)
So, I bought a box of pills for runny nose to take now, and a box of pills for breaking up nose and sinus congestion (I figure that's where this is headed next) and some menthol lozenges for zinging the old membranes. In each case I got the smallest packages. It came to $27! Not counting the lozenges, that's almost $.75 per pill! I about fell over.
When did that stuff get so expensive?
I'll be sleeping in Vicks Vaporub tonight. I love that stuff. I like the way it smells and the warm glow on my chest. (No expiration date on vaporub, so it's one of the few things spared from Daughter's purges.)
The other nickname for the Nugget is Monster Truck - acquired in utero when she ran all over her mother's insides, and that's her geocaching "handle". The teachers at her nursery school call her Muscles. She's almost 18 months old, 32" tall, and weighs maybe 27 lbs. Powerful chubby short legs.
She really is incredibly strong for her size.
When I got back from the grocery store yesterday, I put away the refrigerator and freezer stuff, but left everything else in the bags in the hall near the front door. Daughter and Nugget came over this evening. Daughter picked up all the bags and carried them into the kitchen, but left the laundry detergent in the hall because it goes in the laundry room under the stairs.
When Daughter brought the bags to the kitchen, I looked up and then past her, and here comes Nugget trotting around the corner carrying the laundry detergent jug by the handle, high against her chest. The jug weighs just under 8 lbs. That's almost 1/3 of her own weight. It was as big as her chest and belly. I need two hands to lift it comfortably.