Miserable?

Yesterday: "So today has been pretty miserable. And since it really makes me feel better to talk about how miserable I am, I'm doing a whole post on miserability. My family and friends know that I'm not joking. Retelling your stories is good for the soul I've decided. The reason? Everything sounds funnier when you tell it to someone else.

So yesterday, I was talking to Andrew when all of a sudden I started getting a sore throat. Now it was weird because it wasn't like a normal sore throat. No, it felt more sandpapery than anything else. I assumed it was due to a violent coughing fit I had had the day before . . . boy was I wrong. The sore throat rapidly got worse and by the end of the night I was in full blown allergy mode. Alright, not quite full-blown. Full-blown is what happened last year when my eyes blew up and I couldn't do anything but lay still and moan with a cold rag on my face for weeks. Anywho, basically my airways were so closed up I couldn't breathe anymore and had to get up and eat some soothing foods. So at 3 am in the morning, my cupboards got organized as I desperately searched for Mint Tea. I have none. But it's ok because my cupboards look magnificent! I did however find some jello left over from my recent throw-up days and made that this morning.

As if I wasn't suffering enough, I realized that I had a dentist appointment this afternoon. Now, even though it was just to fix a few small chips, I didn't really feel like laying on my back with my mouth open when I couldn't breathe. So I tried to change the appointment. . . . except that they had nothing open for months so that option was out. So I trudged off to the appointment. Now I had just resigned myself to enduring the dentist when the nurse turns to me and asks, "Do you normally use gas?" I just stared at her open mouthed in confusion. Gas? To fix a chip? She repeated herself three times before just asking me if I had never used gas before. I finally found my brain and said, "So I'm a little confused. I was told we just needed to fix a few chips." And she says, "Well actually you have two pretty large fillings that need to be done." Excuse me? (It turns out they were old fillings that completely fell out and that's the "chips" that he had to fix.) We opted not to use the gas. Next thing I know I've got three very large needles numbing my mouth up and tubes in my mouth so I can keep breathing during my operation.

The rest of the day I was pretty miserable. I couldn't breathe, had to blow my nose every few seconds, couldn't eat anything, and my mouth hurt terribly."

Today didn't start out much better. Again, I got no sleep because every time I fell asleep my throat constricted and I couldn't breathe. I had to keep water running down my throat or it closed completely and I started choking. My teeth are so sensitive breathing through my mouth sets off terrible pains in one of my upper teeth. Anyway, I was convinced that I was totally miserable.

Today I went to talk at Education Week that had nothing to do with being happy (well ok it was about learning to have fun again and that's similar). But I left feeling like I could be happy even though I hurt. I'm not sure  what thoughts should be running through my head to make myself feel happy being sick, but I'll make it work. I still don't want to do anything but sit on my bed and try to breathe but at least I can fight happy.