I pretty much spent today in bed and I don’t feel bad about it at all.

I’ve been fighting a pretty nasty cough the past few days and have been just generally feeling run down and exhausted. On Saturday, the house needed to be cleaned up because there were still remnants from the party laying around (all I can say is that I’m glad we stuck with laminate as there were random spills EVERYWHERE!). So I fought hard to get things straightened up and even manager to go through ninety percent of the cabinets and refrigerator in the kitchen and got rid of tons of expired and unused crap. The problem was I had no energy and my entire right side was sore from coughing.

Steve and I both ended up in bed by 10:30 last night (god, we are so old!) because I don’t know about him but I just couldn’t keep my eyes open. About 1am though, I woke right up out of a dead sleep to a stabbing pain that started just under my right boob, if you will, and stretch all the way into the back of my shoulder and down my arm. When I tried to breath it, it hurt so bad. I couldn’t even take a deep enough breath to sustain me. I started panicking then just closed my mouth and took short deep breaths through my nose. They worked enough to allow me to calm down but the pain was still there. If I laid on my back or right side, it just killed, like things were pinching me up and down my right side.

I started to wonder what the hell was wrong – was I having a heart attack? Was something jabbing in my lung? Overkill, I know, but it was 1am, I was still coming out of being asleep and it was taking well over thirty minutes for me to see any improvement.

I finally whimpered enough to rouse Steve who asked me if I was ok. I muttered something incoherent and kind of rolled out of bed and jumped into a steaming hot shower and stood under that for a few minutes. Both the heat and the standing up helped and I realized later if I sat down and leaned over it helped as well. Also, if I laid on my left side only, which is pretty much what I had to do all night (and if any of you know, you’ll know that was a pain for me NOT to be able to flop around). I thought of taking some ibuprofen but in my sleep haze, I couldn’t asses if it would be good for me if something was majorly wrong.

I drug the heating pad into pad and alternated between dozing and coughing and yelping because it hurt so bad. But eventually it started to subside and I was able to breathe evenly enough for it not to hurt. It took over an hour to go away.

Needles to say, this morning I was a bit tired and still not feeling well. Steve forced some cough syrup down my throat and I drug myself into the living room for about two hours or so. When his friend came over and I realized that I was going to have either sit in the same spot on the couch for hours on end while they played video games or put some pants on, I opted for the pantless option and drug myself back into the bedroom, where I proceeded to work on a new layout for the site, surf mindlessly and tune out endless hours of MTV’s True Life (of which I was highly disappointed that they did NOT show the Jersey Shore Tommy Cheeseballs episode).

I drug myself back out into the living room long enough to eat the pancakes Steve cooked for dinner and watch Get Smart. And while I don’t necessarily feel flu-like sick, I’m afraid it’s coming. Because the exhausted and rundown feeling I have wouldn’t be so bad, if it weren’t for this damn cough and the constant pain my right side is in from said cough.

Beyond that, we did nothing this weekend and that was perfectly fine. I know Steve may get frustrated because there are weekends where I don’t want to go anywhere at all. But when it comes right down to it, I’m a homebody and I work so much during the week that all I want to do on the weekends is clean my house and then relax in it.

I have Tuesday off so I just have to make it through one day and then I can spend all day on Tuesday sleeping. God knows I need it! I really think my body is in need of some repair. I feel like I’ve been running and running for months on end and now I’m just running on empty.

And unfortunately it’s only going to get worse as the holidays get close! Maybe I’ll just run away for the holiday so I don’t have to fulfill any obligations to anybody.

Then again, who I am kidding? They are the next big vacation I’m going to have!