The past week and a half has been a blur of sickness and exhaustion.

Last Wednesday, my allergies flared up pretty badly.  By Friday evening, my eyes were watery and tired.  Friday night I took Clarinex and Tylenol Cold and Sinus, two drugs you should never take together with my body chemistry, apparently.  I was up all night long with a racing heart.  I woke up the next morning with my eyes sticking against the lower lids.  After a stint with a warm washcloth and some cursing, I finally managed to peer into my eyes:  red and oozing.  I went straight to the clinic.  It turned out I had bacterial conjunctivitis.  So, not only did my eyes hurt, but the medicine that I had to put in my eyes made it hard for me to see.

Then, my ear started hurting.  I went to my regular doctor on Wednesday morning, and she diagnosed me with an ear infection and gave me something for my rampant coughing.  I swear it's been nothing but me feeling sick and absolutely exhausted.  I try and work on something every single day, but I find myself just wanting to curl up on the couch or lie down in bed at every opportunity. 

I'm feeling "better" as in my sinuses are not clogged which frees up the constant headache I was experiencing, but now my ears are ringing and I can't hear out of them well.  Sigh.  It hurts!

I hate being unproductive.  I just want to feel better...soon!
At the Minneapolis Zoo several weeks ago.
My sinuses are all clogged, my throat is scratchy and my voice is hoarse, my eyes are watery, allergy season is here...and I know what you are thinking.  What a fantastic day for an interview!


That's not what I thought, either.  But, because I booked this interview a week ago, I can't reschedule so I'll tough it out.  But I hope they won't mind me snorting and sniffling through my interview.  I'm sure that will make a positive impression...right?

This was a good day.
A six-year-old should probably be gearing up towards being off the training wheels, but well, let's just say he doesn't get an opportunity to practice often - unless he's with us.  So, Joel bought him a brand new bike since his other bike stays at his mom's house.  We outfitted him with a helmet, and then we went for a nice long bike ride.  I think I counted five crashes, but it was more overconfidence and fast turns rather than balancing on the bike.
His little khaki pants just kill me.