|09:21 am - Road to Recovery|
So the doctor suspects, without testing, that it's an bacterial infection and gave me:
( A partridge in a pear treeCollapse )
Be jealous of lizzielizzie. She makes one slight whine about how she forgot lunch and people are lining up to help her out. Amanda even brought her (and therefore me, Jean, and Bailey) raspberries and blueberries. YUM!
I slept through the night last night. Hoppie and I had this conversation this morning:
Me: Did you get your laundry done last night?
Me: And I slept through it? (presumably he turned on the lights and rummaged around and stuff.)
Hoppie: Mostly. You did tell me I rock for some reason I didn't hear.
Me: Probably for providing dinner.
Me: Although I thought I said that downstairs.
Hoppie: Don't know. Just know you think I rock.
Me: And it must be how I really feel since I was too asleep to lie about it.
Hoppie: Yup. That's what I think.
I think this drug is making me sleepy.
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: The Writers Radio (But it should be The Romantics "Talking in Your Sleep"