“I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.”—Fannie Lou Hamer

I posted on FB that I am not a mouth breather. I am clearly a nose breather. And when a nose breather is forced to breathe through their mouth because their nose is so congested, it makes for an unhappy breather. Steer clear of me until my nasal passages open up. OR if you want to see the definition of "irritable", come see me. But be forewarned.

Does this happen to you? I may be so vain that I'm the only one who would notice this, but whenever I could care less what I look like, I tend to look good. Take today for example. I'm going on one hour of sleep and my hair has never looked better. I think I spent a total of 5 minutes on it. And that was half asleep, breathing through my mouth. My eyes on the other hand...not so good. But who cares about eyes? It's always the hair with me. If my hair looks good, I look good. I'm weird, I know. But if my eyes are blurry from lack of sleep, maybe my hair doesn't look so good. I am the only judge of this so far today. I could be wrong.

God bless my pets, but why is it when I'm not well, they feel the need to be all over me? I can't sleep in my bed because I get all congested, so I was attempting to prop myself up on the couch last night and both cats wanted to lay on top of me. It was a cat fight in the literal sense. Elvis usually wins but last night they compromised and one laid on top of me, and the other beside me. It was not comfortable. They're like little bundles of sun, they generate so much heat. Come on! I'm sweating & miserable! And still breathing through my mouth, which probably means I'll be coughing up a furball any day now. Look out.