temperament

Tolga is away in Izmir this week. He hates leaving me, especially when I'm ill. I've had a cold for the past few days with sinus pressure that's made me a little batty. I can't take any medicines other than tylenol and a saline nasal spray. Both which I've used sparingly. Instead, I've propped myself high up on pillows at night, breathing through my mouth, alternating between drooling and a dry mouth where my tongue sticks to the roof like velcro.

My Anne has called me each night to check on my while Tolga is gone. The first night she told me to drink lemon and mint tea, the second night she told me to take Vitamin C. I turned on our heat and slept so hard that I must have turned my alarm clock off. (You know something's wrong when you wake up and think, "Oh, I feel so rested.").

I've made it to work anyhow, but the days are long and I am struggling to stay on my feet by the end of the day. My temper isn't so good when I'm sick either - apparently I lose all my patience to a cold or illness. Not as stoic as I thought.