oh cough syrup, oh cough syrup

Yarg.

Christmas, althought spent in the lovely, warm home of my soon to be family-in-law, was rough. had a fever for most of it. And chills.

Friday the cough was so bad we spent 6 hours in the emergency room. Fun times. I kept crying, because A) I didn't feel good, B) I was ruining Christmas and C) I wanted them to stop stabbing me with sharp pointy things so I could go home.

J was very comforting. He held my hand and said things like, "You did not ruin Christmas." and "So what, I ruined Thanksgiving." Ah, to have a honey who cares....

It's been a hacky holiday. I think Saturday night was just about the worst thing, because I coughed for 6 or 7 hours nonstop. Straight. Literally. Okay, maybe there was a small break for dinner, but yeah, it sucked. My stomach muscles are still sore from how much I coughed. Can't you dislodge and implode small organs that way? Isn't it dangerous? Stupid ER docs (none as cute or as nice as they are on ER, btw) didn't even see fit to prescribe me with a cough dissuading medicine.

And, on the mouse front: It seems our little interlopers have been having parties. In the last two days, we have caught FIVE more mice. I used to be scared, but now I'm just pissed. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

We installed one of those super sonic mice repellers in the kitchen, and I think that might be driving them out of the woodwork. Things are pretty quiet now, so maybe they are gone--but HOW DO YOU KNOW? when you can leave your bread on the counter and no one else tried to eat it? when you say "marco" and no one answers "polo"? How? how do you know?