Falling Apart

OK, I know I had a dream last night and I almost was able to capture it as I was getting ready for work this morning, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. I had a picture, a glimpse, but that's it.

On another note, however, my son, G, likes to pretend sometimes that he's really old. He'll say "I'm walking like an old person" and he'll stoop over and shuffle his feet and pretend he aches all over. Or even when he's just feeling really achy he'll be "too old" to help clean up. I honestly don't know where he got that notion from, unless Mamma (his grandma) has complained once in a while or made fun of herself being old, but right now I feel like that.

I spoke to a doctor on the phone mid-day Saturday and was hooked up with some antibiotics. They're definitely helping, but I'm still really congested so I've been dosing up on decongestants every once in a while. Well, I'm still really congested and it's been over a week. At least my voice is starting to come back. I was starting to sound like James Earl Jones my voice was so hoarse. Every once in a while when I blow my nose, my ear pops really bad and it's painful. Sometimes it's just the pop, but at other times, like this very instant, I just have to keep pressing on my ear because my equilibrium is off. On top of all this, yesterday I pulled something in my shoulder area or my neck and I could barely sleep last night. I've been trying Ibuprofen and tiger balm, but the pain is just getting worse. I can barely turn my head because of the pain.

So right now I feel like my son. I'm too old to be at work. I think I need to find someone to take me apart, put in a couple refurbished parts, maybe a couple of new ones, and put me back together again. I'm done with feeling miserable and being in pain.