Bustednuckles

Me and the Wifely Unit both caught something around the beginning of the month and it has been kicking our asses non stop ever since.

She finally wound up at Urgent Care after she had made a doctors appointment and the fuckers cancelled it without telling her.

She tested negative for Covid but had a bad case of Bronchitis, which hasn’t really let up much. I’m thinking closer to Walking Pneumonia but Dammit Jim, I’m a Mechanic, not a Doctor.

She has been especially crabby because she can’t even have a cigarette without coughing uncontrollably and the steroids they gave her don’t seem to be doing much.

Whatever I’ve had has just sucked the life clear out of me.

Zero energy to do any fucking thing and it seems to keep going back and forth from my chest to my sinuses. Damn ear is all plugged up and the gland in my throat got so sore and swole up that I could hardly swallow or turn my head.

I came home yesterday, dropped my lunch box, took off my coat and my boots and fell into the recliner. After hearing some bitching about me sleeping too much lately, I slipped some ear plugs in and went to sleep right in the chair. I woke up at 9:30 and went to bed.

Thankfully she was smart enough not to wake my ass up for once.

She hasn’t got home yet tonight so we shall see what goes on but I am here to tell ya that I ain’t in the mood to hear a bunch of bitching. About anything.

The weather is supposed to get colder than a well digger’s ass starting tonight so we are supposed to go get groceries. Friday is supposed to be downright ugly. Cold, freezing rain, snow, who knows what all.

I’m hoping to be snuggled up inside all damn day.

Fuck that shit. No need to be out in it for no good reason.

It would be real nice not to be sickly for Christmas but at this point I’m not holding my breath.