You know it's bad when the 12 hour nasil spray decides to only work for 12 minutes. "What you bitching about, girl? You got something with 12 out of it. Shut up or we'll make it 12 seconds next time!"
And, even though it is still daylight, I'm thinking of popping two Nyquil tabs and trying to take another nap. Although in the land of Nyquil, no one really "naps," They don't even really "sleep." They fall into a state known as Nycoma. Some people in the grips of a Nycoma have been known to remember everything that was said around them too, even though they were snoring loud enough to shake the paint off the walls. Let that be a lesson to anyone who likes to make fun of people with the flu. Like my husband, who will say to the cats, "Hear that? That's Mommy. She's trying to entertain you with a chorus or two from the Opera ode to the deviated Septum." He's a fine one to talk .
Chrissy on the other hand, likes to lie on the armrest of the couch where I've been crashing and whenever my head moves too much, sink her claws into my scalp. If I'm in a Nycoma, I barely notice except for the couple spots of blood. If I'm not in a Nycoma, it wakes me up. Some might think she's trying to torture me.... I prefer to think it's some odd form of cat accupuncture and in her own way, she's trying to make me feel better.