Just Call Me Rocky (Raccoon or Balboa), I'll Answer To Both

As I told you last year (heh), I've been fighting a horrible cough. It's still with me, folks.

It just won't go away!!

I not sleeping well. I'm barking like a seal. The mere raising of my voice or a laugh will send me into a full blown coughing fit. And every time THAT happens, I just about pee my pants.

Damn it having to birth kids.

Friday I finally caved and decided to go see a doctor. Long story short, he said it probably started as a sinus infection and is now bronchitis. The good doctor sent me on my way with a prescription for a Zpack and Tussionex.

Now, because I'm vain, I did wear make up that day. So, when T. came home from school he told me I looked, "SO MUCH BETTER!"

I told him it was because of the make up and that I really wasn't better yet.

He said, "Well at least you don't have those BLACK eyes anymore!"

My kids, always full of compliments.

That night I took my meds like a good girl. I must say the Tussionex did an awesome job in knocking me out.

I woke the next morning feeling better rested than I had in quite a few days. I walked into the bathroom and as I passed the mirror, I stopped dead in my tracks.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" I screamed.

My face was swollen and my left eyelid was swollen almost shut.


I went downstairs and when Mr. Schmitty saw me all he could say was, "What the HELL?!"

Great! Apparently Tussionex can do this.

The rest of the day I was the brunt of many Rocky Balboa jokes. All I heard from Mr. Schmitty was, "Yo! Rocky!" and "ADRIENNNNE!".

The best was the "Cut me Mick, cut me!"

He was almost granted his wish on that one.