My Life Stinks Part Two

I have determined that perhaps it would be better if I stopped wondering how much worse it could get before something truly awful happens.

I got home Friday before last and I felt okay. Saturday fine. Sunday fine. Monday fine. Tuesday a little congested and tired enough not to go to Knit Night - nothing putting on my jammies, drinking hot tea, and curling up early in bed wouldn't cure. Wednesday morning I would have prayed to die except for the fact I could not breathe and my voice was nonexistent. I decided that for the sake of humanity I should stay home. That is actually a lie. I was afraid my co-workers might kill me if I went to work sick and infected them.

Thursday I felt okay enough to go to class. I didn't have class on Friday and thought that I would just turn in my assignment and go home to spend the rest of the day with Hubby. I was so horribly wrong. I will not relive the horror. Just trust me when I say it was one of the most horrific days I have had in a long time.

Then on Saturday Mr. Cold and the Snot groupies decided to pay me another visit.

I did get some Christmas knitting done on Sunday, so that was better. Yes, things might possibly be getting better.

Of course that was before I had the car accident this afternoon on the way home from work. The other car - just missing some bumper paint. My car? Let's just say that it looks like Salvador Dali designed my car's hood and bumper.

If things don't improve, I am going to have to go to a chiropractor to realign my mojo.