You know you’re gagging too much when your coughing fits start to smell like vomit.
Brady took our van in for a small recall this morning and by the time he got home, I had resorted to standing over the sink for fear that my coughing found finally result in vomit. So. Much. Heaving.
Beyond that, I’m exceptionally light headed thanks to the constant hacking and gasping and inability to breathe through my nose.
I know I’m whining, but its seriously not my day. I’m so grateful that Brady can be home so I can lay in bed and talk as little as possible. I did a ton of that yesterday too, yet I don’t see much improvement. Hopefully one more day does the trick.
It has to, really. Laela’s birthday is tomorrow.
One day we will be better prepared and set up for things like birthdays.