Sleep-deprived and barely coping... that's how I would describe myself these past couple of days. Adam has been sick for almost a week now. We brought him to the doctor and was prescribed medication for Asthma (haaay! kawawa naman, my baby). What's different this time is, gone were the days when it was so easy for me to get Adam to take his medicines... I guess he just has had enough of it. He cries a lot and pushes away the meds. Even when I try to nebulize him, he gets cranky and throws a fit. Of course, even the shortest time of crying would cause him to cough even more and oftentimes he would throw up. He lost his appetite, even for milk. Now his weight is down and although he is beginning to start drinking milk again on a regular basis, he still gets cranky a lot. To make matters even worse, I've had to cope (and am still coping) with a lot of RUSH work at the office. And this is not even because I forgot a deadline or I was remiss in doing my job. I have been waiting and waiting for instructions and for approval of layouts and whatnot for days and now that the "event" is near, the "higher-ups" realize that they only a few days to come up with results. And of course, now they delegate me to deal with the "technicalities" and produce results in a snap. Aarrrgh! I am trying my best but I can only do so much... last night (or shall I say this morning, since I slept around 1:00 AM), I had the strangest "dream": I was neck-deep in what seemed like black "goo" which looked really yucky and garbage-filled. I was trying to come up but I was sinking. Good thing, I woke up because I was already in a state of panic. Weekend, I need you now!