Sick Week

I was sick this week with a sinus cold straight from the pits of , you know. The kind where you wake up with "crust nose."  (You know it happens to you so don't even judge me.)  I couldn't breathe and didn't feel like eating much of anything except for baked potatoes (which I had a lot of) and Haagen-Dazs Coffee Ice Cream (of which I've still had NONE, thankyouverymuch).  I will award 100 cool points to the first person who shows up at my door with a pint of it.  That's probably just the fever-induced delirium talking, but a girl can dream, right?

I feel okay only when I'm laying down and half-asleep.  All the way asleep would be nice, but I have a two-year-old.  (I passed out on the bed after my shower the other day in a congested, snotty coma, and  woke up to a bed full of: coasters from the living room, three stuffed animals, a heap of my jewelry from its armoire, and my daughter leaning precariously far off the side of the bed "rowing" her "boat" furiously with a spatula and a pasta spoon.)  Good sleep is hard to come by.

So in the last four days Madeline has watched more television than I care to admit, while I've laid on the couch in a sea of my own Kleenexes.  During this time of wallowing in my own misery and doing just enough housework to keep this place from becoming a bio-hazard, I've consumed an awful lot of media.  Reading until my head hurt, watching movies until my  head hurt, listening to music until my head hurt, and sleeping until Madeline scaled the back of the couch and jumped knee-first into my abdomen.

Here are the things that have kept me entertained this week:

1. Pioneer Woman's love story.  I tried to read it months ago and couldn't get into it.  After three full days on the couch, I'm nearly done.  I've been impressed by this woman's writing, blogging, story-telling, and life.  AND she cooks.  AND she takes pretty pictures.  (I think she might be a robot.  Or an alien.  Or whatever those Stepford Wives were.)  At any rate, I was a skeptic and now I'm a fan.

2. Radical by David Platt.

After I did all those posts about Revolution in World Missions I received messages from SIX different people telling me I had to read this book.  I'm ashamed to say it took a sinus cold of grandiose proportions to make me do it.  It's worth the cold - and if that's not an endorsement I don't know what is.  They should put it on the back of the book:

"I would willingly wake up with crust nose for days if it meant that I had time to read this book."  -Kate Conner

3. The following movies courtesy of the public library:  Earth, Oceans, Taken, Psych Season 3, Phantom of the Opera.

4. Glee, Grey's Anatomy, and The Office on Hulu.

5. Blogs I follow.  A few big'uns like Mighty Girl and Dooce, but mostly those of friends.  That's Megs, Feathers in Our Nest, and Perfect in Weakness were of particular entertainment/encouragement this week.

I don't want to jinx it or anything, but I think I'm on the up-swing.  It was awful/miserable/sinusy torture, but at least I got to consume an inordinate amount of media in a 96 hour period.  Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to resume regularly scheduled chaos. I mean programming.

Praise Jesus for hot tea and baked potatoes.  And for the blessed soul who will be bringing me a pint of Haagen-Dazs Coffee ice cream in the very near future.  (I have faith!)