Surreality
It’s strange. I always get a sort of surreal feeling when I come home from work and walk up the stairs to our apartment. It’s surreal to walk around in the rooms and know that (at least for now) they’re ours. It’s surreal to walk around the bed where Harrison is a sleep to get to my side of the bed. Our bed.
I really should be asleep right now considering I’m sick (Yay sinus infection moving into upper respiratory stages) but I’m up for my second round of antibiotics. I’m notorious for not completing my med rounds. Not on purpose; usually I just end up forgetting to take them. So I’m up to take the second round in a few minutes. Then I’m crawling in to bed with my fiance and passing the hell out. Thankfully between the Zyrtec-D and the round of antibiotics I already took, plus sitting around dozing/reading instead of talking like I would have been at work, I’m feeling better. The stuffiness in my head has dissipated, mostly due to the Zyrtec I’m sure. My throat still feels raw and I’ve got a cough that’s all from my throat but this is the first time in 3 days I’ve gone more than 2 hours between cough drops. (Menthal dosing is one every 2 hours at max). The last 2 nights I was literally counting the minutes between cough drops because it was so bad. I think that’s only because the Zyrtec has alleviated the drainage issue that was causing the throat/cough issues. I can feel it starting to wear off. It’s supposed to be a 12 hour dose and I should still have 4-5 more hours but meds never do last in my system for some reason.
Wedding planning is still in the "We don’t know if we’re having a wedding" phase. Which is fine considering I have Dawn’s wedding in 4 weeks and Star’s wedding in 6 weeks. I still haven’t gotten Star’s wedding gift but there’s time still. Time, while it is in short supply these days, is still in plenty when you stop to think about it. I’m trying to enjoy each day. It gets stressful when I still have our spare room (supposed to be my crafting area) filled with boxes to unpack, I work 4 nights a week, plus splitting my time between Harrison, my needy mother, visiting family, helping Dawn with wedding details, thinking about my own wedding, debating over the house. Being sick all this past week didn’t really help.
Anyway. I’ve lost my train of thought plus it’s time to take this silly pill and then go to bed.
