Don't Poke the Dragon

Last night I devised a game plan to help me sleep, for the first time in DAYZ.  It will heretofore be known as "Don't Poke the Dragon."

I took the hottest shower known to man, cranked up the heating pad under the covers on the couch (where I have spent the last few nights so G could sleep.  I don't care about keeping Lucy awake.), propped myself up on 17 pillows (drainage issues), double fisted the cough drops, got into just the right position, and then refused to move.  I made myself breathe as regularly as possible so I wouldn't trigger a cough, and I just stayed there.  Staring at the ceiling.  In the dark.  Listening to Lucy fram around in her cage.

And the next thing I knew, it was NINE THIRTY THIS MORNING.  Miracle of miracles!

I woke up in the exact same position!

I slept with the quilt over my face so it would keep the air warm.  I was doing everything I could to keep from irritating my throat or coughing.  I'm sure I was half drugged by inhaling my own CO2 but whatever!  It worked!

This is what I call Rabbit Solidarity.  She lays around in support of me.  That's what I tell myself.

The only thing that sounds good is soup from Panera.  So I've been eating it (along with the equivalent of 5 loaves of bread) for every meal.  No, I didn't really eat all this bread.  Just most of it.  :)

I managed to actually prepare for my classes and do my homework and get back to tutoring today!  I ended up cancelling all my tutoring sessions last week because they fell on the same night and I couldn't even talk.  I even made a grocery run, a rabbit supply run, and a research topic recon run (long story) tonight!  It feels so good to move around and to b-r-e-a-t-h-e.

As BFJ says, if you don't have your health, you don't have anything.  Amen to that.

I'm in my pj's, leaning on the heating pad and eyeing our next Lit Society Book.  I'll pay you $1,000 if you'll write my theory paper for me so that I can relax.  Just come on over, the door's open.