Death becomes her...

I have fallen very ill as of late due to this horrendous cold that I've had. I'm going on day 8 now, which is completely ridiculous. I know I shouldn't complain, considering it's just a cold, but "just" and "cold" shouldn't be applied together in this case.

Like I said in my last blog, my cold started on the first of the year -- I know, awesome way to spend the New Year. Things were worse Saturday, I was fatigued and my head felt swollen. Sunday I was super congested and couldn't seem to clear my throat. I started coughing Sunday night, which led to me having a sore throat. That persisted through Tuesday when I had to work -- I'll talk about running the entire shift on Tuesday in a minute -- leaving my throat sore and a terribly persistent cough that did allow me to raise my voice at all.

My sore throat started to diminish Tuesday night, but my congested was a strong as ever. My head and chest were unbelievably congested Wednesday and I had absolutely no sense of smell or taste at all that day. LaVaughn and I had to take Fletcher to the vet in Fredericktown that day, plus grocery shop, so you can imagine how fun that trip was. Wednesday night I coughed so terribly bad, but it was far worse Thursday. I woke up around 10:30 and stayed up coughing until a little before 12, I kid you not. I would cough terribly, then get relaxed enough to almost fall asleep, then I could cough again. It was murder!

Thursday evening I still couldn't really smell or taste much, but I did fell like 12.3% better, so I decided to clean the drop trays and rat cage, even though I didn't really want to. Just as things started to look up, I found myself favoring my right ear that night. This dull, achy feeling that I just couldn't shake. Friday my congestion seemed to have diminished by nearly 50%, as well as my cough by 60% or more. I still had that terrible dull pain in my ear that just wouldn't go away.

I woke up today feeling slightly better. My congestion is loads better. I still have a cough, though not as bad as before. The thing that's bothering me most is my ear. I can't get rid of the dull throb of pain. It's stemming all the way from my ear to my throat, but that was mostly yesterday and the day before. Today the pan is causing me to have sever tooth sensitivity and some pain, which sucks. I'm also talking extremely nasal, which sucks. I haven't been able to talk normal in days. It is better today, but not much.

I'm starting to feel better (knock wood) I think, but I don't want to get too optimistic and wake up sicker tomorrow. I've gone over a year without being sick, my body is definitely letting me know it. I know I shouldn't complain, there are people in FAR worse shape than me, so I honestly have no right whatsoever to bitch about something as minor as a cold. Still, it's uncomfortable and just not a fun experience.

I was supposed to work 2-10 today, but since we were supposed to get bad weather today I found someone to cover 7-10 for me. I guess everyone in Ironton had either froze to death or feared they would get caught in the non-existent blizzard, so they stayed home. This made labor bad and allowed me to leave just before 5. It's a loss in money, but I still don't feel like doing anything, so getting to come home was a godsend.

Speaking of work, I ran the store/shift Tuesday while all the managers were at a meeting. I'm not talking just watching someone's spot, I'm talking full on in charge! I had managers numbers, the key to the safe, everything! I got to run an entire crew of people for over 3 hours. Not bragging, but I did awesome. Times were down, the store was clean and well stocked, it was awesome.

I was very sick that day, which made the whole experience miserable for me, which sucks because I was really looking forward to it.

Aside from that nothing exciting has happened. I don't leave the house unless I absolutely have to. I stay inside and cough my way through bottles and bottles of Mucinex. LaVaughn and I have been playing the Sims off and on all week, which is fun. It would be more so if I wasn't... You guessed it, sick! Hopefully next week will be better. And have I mentioned that I don't have to work tomorrow? Yay!

I haven't really been able to enjoy the joeys either, which also sucks. They're so unbelievably cute and just awesome! Their eyes opened up a couple days ago, which is early for joeys. We've also decided to name them Jim and Dale. Some of you will get that. :)

Well I guess that's all for now. Hopefully I'm better next time and have something more exciting to wrote about...

Love & Peace

-Megan

Pictures from the past few days:

Wednesday...

Love, love, LOVE getting packages in the mail! Have I mentioned that before?

Especially when those packages contain The Walking Dead comics. My heaven! <3 p="">

And a free zombie girl to boot!

On the way to the vet.

Flea meds for the cats.

And the dog.

Dale! <3 p="">

Jim! <3 p="">

Thursday...

My life right now.

And chamomile tea. Yuck!

Friday...

Mini preview of the joeys shoot. This is Jim:

Dale:

Nightly regime.

Cell pics of the boys. Dale:

Jim:

And today, my drive to work:

Hope on the horizon...

Emilie made it through the night -- I honestly still can't believe it! I swear, I thought she was passing yesterday and the day before. By some miracle, she's still with us, thankfully.

She's very interested in cottage cheese, so that's what she's getting. She doesn't seem too interested in much else -- I've tried baby food, but that doesn't seem very appetizing to her. As long as she's eating SOMETHING, I'm happy.

She's also taken a couple doses of prednisone, but not enough. She doesn't want to take meds at all, she never really has. As long as we get some down her, that'll do.

I don't really have anything else to talk about, just wanted to give a little update on my girl. Until next time...

Love & Peace

-Megan

I know it's not much, but here are some duckling pictures:

I present to you, Una Pritchett...

Since the medicine that the vet prescribed Una didn't seem to be helping much, I decided to call her up and ask if she could give her anything else -- which she told me to do in the first place. The call lasted no more than 5 minutes and ended in us receiving a prescription for Amoxicillin.

I thought someone was pulling my leg when she asked what pharmacy I used. When I told her where, she said that it was going to be called AND it was only going to be $4. That's a BIG difference from the $30 we paid for 1 ounce of eye cream. I waited around 30ish minutes, then decided to call my local pharmacy and check on, you guessed it, my cat's prescription. They were apparently receiving the fax just as I call and said it would be close to an hour.

We waited almost as long before we headed to town. I went straight to the pharmacy where I had to give my address and phone number, then it was another 10 minute wait. When it was time to pick the meds up, I did so like any other prescription -- by giving her birthday (which they labeled as 1-1-01) and her name, which she is now known by... Una Pritchett. How formal!

I couldn't help but snicker when I was being checked out, I believe the pharmacist got a kick out of it too. At least I'm not the only one that's picked my pets meds up there before, it's apparently no that uncommon!

I know this is probably boring to most, but I find it hysterical. Enjoy it, because this will probably be my last post until Wednesday, maybe Monday if I have time. The rest of my days are going to be spent working. Fun fun!

Love & Peace

-Megan

Here's my cats name on her prescription.

Love the way you lie...

We finally made it to the vet today, which was basically a wasted trip. It was and it wasn't, ya know? She looked and Una and assumed she had some type of URI or something, so she gave us some REALLY expensive eye cream to put in her eyes twice a day for two weeks. She said that if it didn't help to call and she would give us some oral meds -- I wish she would have given us those in the first place.

It was such a terrible drive up there. Half way across C Hwy, Zoe took a crap in the pet taxi, basically on top of poor Una. It was horrible! We had to pull over, make the cats get out of the carrier, and then I had to clean the crap out. It was horrible, it smelled horrible, and it was just HORRIBLE! Next time they're riding in two separate carriers.

Anyways, after we left the vets office we went shopping for my aunt. She needed a LOT of stuff -- good thing I actually enjoy shopping for other people. We didn't get much, we basically spent $20 on meatless meat. It's a new kick, I don't know what else to say. I can say that I'm super stoked to try the Morning Star sausage, just super stoked!

Lets rewind to before we even left the house where we're harboring THREE newly hatched baby ducks. We've already decided to keep 2 out of the 3, maybe even the third. It's so exciting, all I want to do is hold them and play with them. I think it's safe to say that these guys are going to be insanely sweet by the time we're done with them. At least I hope. We still have like 8 or so on the way, I just hope they all hatch!

I guess that's all for now. Time to go rub some terrible cream in the cats eyes. Yay...

Love & Peace

-Megan

See the tiny bottle of Terramycin?

Ah, yes! Meatless chick'n strips. Gotta love vegan meat.

Now time for duckling cuteness: