I didn’t. In fact, after another horrible night Saturday of practically no sleep (even in a comfortable bed at my mom’s house), due to the cough from the cold/sinus infection and the bouts of acid reflux, I didn’t even get up until noon on Sunday, and then mostly just moved back and forth between the recliner in the living room (until the arguing between my nephews would drive me back to bed in order to try to find some quiet), the bedroom (until the arguing between my nephews would drive me back to the living room to tell them to shut up), and the bathroom. Mom and I did go over to my sister’s house in the evening and then on to my cousin’s for a little while–where I did rally for a bit to play their new air hockey table, reigning undefeated for the evening, but gasping for air between rounds–but after a couple of hours I asked Mom if we could go home, and I went to bed shortly after getting back. You can tell I wasn’t feeling well, since I didn’t even get online at all on Sunday.
Today I’m still very tired and congested–with watery eyes, runny nose, sneezing and a cough that continues to deepen–and still experiencing the reflux, though at least I’m back home now where my bottle of Prilosec (which I’d not needed for months) is available, so the esophageal burning, at least, should be over soon.
The trip back to Arlington today was fine–fortunately, traffic was light this afternoon–and I didn’t get overly tired driving back, though the blockage in my ears was a little painful since I couldn’t equalize the pressure as I drove into and out of the mountains. Since getting home, though, I’ve had a nice meal of French onion soup and there’s a warm kitty–happy to see me–snuggling by my side. I’m supposed to go back to work tomorrow, so we’ll see how I’m feeling in the morning.