||[Sep. 1st, 2014|06:27 am]
Christine had a bit of elephant herding to do yesterday, and i realized that she was carrying her stuff plus the sense that she also had to make sure i got my meals. I do get distracted, and often she will fix my lunch to make sure i eat. This is something i can address, unlike most (if not all) the elephants. It is so lovely to have her taking care of me, but, i reminded her, i CAN take care of me: she isn't required to. I know some of the ways she fixes meals for me falls under rituals of love, like my making sure she has a warm cup of tea in just the right mug to wake up to. As soon as it becomes a chore and not a gift, though, i told her, stop!
Meanwhile, on planet Stupid Cough: "Let that be a lesson to you [me], Mucinex! Your reign of terror [coughing] is over!" the regent cries, as Mucinex is tossed into the dungeon [under the sink].
I can feel the difference this morning. Admittedly, my sinuses were happier while i was taking the Mucinex, but the sense of lung irritation is far reduced while my sinuses feel familiar. If i hadn't found the Mucinex in a tablet form, i wouldn't have taken it. I hate cough syrups.
I won't try to get two weeks worth of work and chores done today. I promise. I hope to make way for an easy transition back, though.