Whine, Whine and Whine

Well, Beachy Mimi is still sick. My voice sounds like a squeaky...something.

I did go to the real doctor today, not Queen B's Health Educator from WalMart.

The sickness was NOT in the budget for the month. Especially the MEDICATIONS. Oh my, I had 4 prescriptions than ran about $400. With insurance.

Just the usual stuff. High powered antibiotic, cough syrup and the stuff to take after the antibiotic does the itchy thing. It rhymes with BEAST INFECTION. And, if I may say so, is a beast. Though that is actually the most important RX and it was just $3. Something is just WRONG that medicines cost so much. It makes me sick!!..hahahaha

Sickbed humor.

The Parental Unit said she would come take care of me...She walked in the door, poured a can of Rotel in the soup I was making, and left. Time nursing--10 seconds.
I guess with the Rotel I can add stomach problems to my chest problems.

Actually, this soup is pretty good and hearty when you are well.

Beachy Mimi's Sick Soup

2 cans Progresso Minestrone Soup
2 lbs. fried ground beef
2 cans pinto beans
2 cans Rotel

Fry meat, mix together for 30 minutes or so and eat. It is really better the second day.

Anyway, as the weather gets cooler here this soup just hits the spot...if you aren't having an intestinal issue. Which, I'm not, so PU's contribution was welcome.

A nurse...she isn't. It was always get better or die at our house growing up.

Now that I have my own home I don't have anyone to take advantage of and make them bring me Sonic cokes and stuff. Bummer.

Queen B...your mommy is calling...help.

She's ignoring me. She is sick, herself. In fact, she got a shot in the hiney this morning and now she is disgustingly better. And not coming near my germs.

If we lived in the same town I would so totally milk this situation.

Instead I have PU, who took Nursing (minus) -101.

I've been checking out blogs while I am here in the sickbed and I am finding something alarming. ALARMING, YA'LL.

Most everyone seems to have the Bloggy Blues. Several of my Precious Peeps are quitting.

NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! Please don't go. You may think your posts are not interesting, but they ARE. People in the sickbed DEPEND on your bloggy goodness.

Take a walk around the block, go to Sonic, clean out a closet...JUST DON'T LEAVE.
We all have days (like today) when nothing much seems interesting or blogworthy, but it IS.

Trust me on this. Some of us HAVE to live vicariously through your blogisms, MEMEs, awards, photos, contests, recipes, tips, recommendations...you see? YOU ARE NEEDED!

Besides, don't you secretly love your comments and statcounter? HUH? Come on. Admit it. You check. Some of you check OFTEN. Just to see if you matter to at least one person.

Well, you matter. Don't quit. There's bloggy material all over the place. MIL, SIL, neighbors, PU's, bald guys, kids, hubs, the weather...lots of stuff and it is ALL GOOD.

If I can't milk a family member for more attention, it will have to be my Peeps!

With the miracle $400 antiobiotic, I will probably be naturally blonde and weigh 50lbs less by morning.

Stay tuned.