Puny (Or: Maybe you shouldn't mix Benadryl and Zyrtec and Tylenol Cold after all)

It hit Christmas Eve, and it hasn't left.

The Creeping Crud.

It started in my chest. Moved to my throat. Then to my head/sinuses. Back to my chest. And then the full whammy - all of it at once. Lucky me. An allergy attack added its own special flair somewhere in there.

For a week and a half, I've been snuffling, sneezing, coughing, rasping, watering, wheezing and searching for the right drug combination ... without luck and with a bit of an overdose high. Happy holidays.

After a week of respiratory hell at work, I crawled into bed Friday night and crawled out sometime Saturday afternoon. Never left my apartment. Actually, except for a shower, I never left my pajamas.

Defrosted my freezer. Typed up that letter. Planned out some healthier eating. Watched two installments of the Lord of the Rings trilogy (extended editions). And then crawled back to bed.

Repeating the antisocial behavior today so far. For the record, I love these pajamas. Kristie definitely knows me.

I feel rather human today. Able to breathe, coughing less, minus the aches, sneezes and watery eyes. Hallelujia. Aiming for a drug-free Sunday. Perhaps some grocery shopping. I need groceries for the freezer that suddenly has room now that 50 pounds of ice have been removed.

I'm sad that a good weekend was wasted under self-imposed house arrest, but I'm glad to have the feeling of walking death finally (I hope) behind me. Perhaps next weekend ...

Off the subject, weather.com's forecasted "light snow" has more than lightly blanketed everything outside and is still fluttering down. At least the wind seems to be at bay.