I have been begging for death the last couple of days. Why? Wicked sinus infection. The whole left side of my face has been hurting like there's a mule in there trying to kick it's way out. Not pleasant at all.
I was up all night Saturday because the pain was so intense. I even considered taking one of Scott's Vicodin, but decided against it for two reasons: it isn't prescribed to me and I was the only parent at home and if the med incapacitated me, no one would be able to take care of the kids.
On Sunday night, I tried sleeping with my face smashed into a warm rice bag -- that helped as long as the bag was warm, but when it cooled off, I had to stumble down to the kitchen to warm it up again. I did that four times.
On Monday I made it to the doctor. Because we're trying to conceive, they could put me on a high-powered, knock the germies out with napalm antibiotic, so hopefully the one I'm on will do the trick. I also tried a neti pot for the first time. I didn't drown, so I think I used it correctly. That's about all I can say about a neti pot as it didn't seem to make much difference one way or the other.
Last night, I was comfortable enough to sleep most of the night. I didn't have to get up for more Tylenol, nor did I have to warm my rice bag. I did get up to check on Violet, who had a coughing spell. And there were thunderstorms that knocked our power out for a second or two -- long enough for me to realize that the power was out and then it was back on. And Scott was an insomniac who turned the TV on three times. So still not enough sleep, but at least the pain isn't horrific any more.