Three minutes of complaints

Today marks day six of antibiotics, day nine of fever, aka day nine of feeling like ass. My doctor thinks I should wait it out a couple more days. Not exactly sure for what I am waiting. I guess I'll know when it happens. It's not like I've ever had a sinus infection before, so it's not like I know when an antibiotic is working. Is it time for the sinus surgery? Ugh. Probably. I am juggling working from home with my sahm work. I only slept four hours last night. My dog pees on her bed the minute I place it, freshly washed , upon the floor. I am congested to the point that I have to keep reminding myself to breathe because it's easier to hold my breath. Oh, and my new prescription from the eye doctor is off, so I have the choice of squinting or seeing through a tunnel. Good thing I'm not staring at a computer or looking things up in the 17 reference books piled amongst my Kleenex,coffee mugs, unwritten thank-you notes, germinating seedlings, and Star Wars coloring books. Oh, except that I am!

Damn you, Derek Zoolander!