The Bird Flu Ruined my Week
The last time I felt this horrible was when I had kidney stones three years ago and spent Christmas in the ICU. Which, in hindsight, wasn’t all that bad. Midge brought movies and cuddled in bed with me. The pain was somewhat tolerable with a Morphine drip. However, once I started seeing the face of Jesus in the wallpaper I made them take it out. Talk about ruining a good time.
My body has never handled germs of any kind very well. I’m a chronic puker. When I was in high school a doctor accused me of being bulimic when, after a case of Mono, I couldn’t stop throwing up for weeks. My mother in her prime mama bear days got angry with the doctor and reminded him I’ve had a weak stomach since I was a very tiny baby. As a nurse, she was always very involved when I was sick. Perhaps that’s why, at 32, the minute I feel sick I want my mom taking care of me. And if I asked she’d drop everything and drive two hours to get here, just to rub my back or get me a drink of Gatorade. Since it’s my dad’s birthday tomorrow I’m not asking her to drive up. After all, he only has a birthday every four years.
What I thought was a cold is a full-fledged case of the bird flu—self-diagnosed of course. Sure, I get flu symptoms with a minor headache, but this is beyond ridiculous. I can’t even keep a sip of water down. Not to mention, every part of my body hurts, even my eyebrows. Which is all very inconvenient given that I had a math midterm tonight and a Lost party to attend.
I promised my mom if I wasn’t feeling better tomorrow I’d go in and have then hydrate me with an IV, but until then I’m going to lay on the couch, continue to whine, watch trash TV and remind myself over and over what the silver lining of being sick is…
SKINNY JEANS!
Obviously, I’m going to look really good after this “diet” helps me fit back into them.
I want to come cuddle you.
You win, you are sicker than me, but atleast you awakened at 3am by a little man.
I hope you get better soon sweety, I’ll dream of cuddling you all night.
You realize that this is all your fault, right? In your post about getting Arlo’s date cancelled, you “prayed” for a skinnier ass. Karma… err… Jesus is a bitch, I guess. Hope you feel better soon!
I thought it was because she hates NASCAR. But perhaps you are right Charlotte.
Sounds dreadful! I hope you feel better as quickly as possible.
Thanks for posting this because after reading your Twitters (why do people call them Tweets?) I was wondering if you were okay.
Too bad you are sick, tomorrow is Pug meet up day. Next time, maybe?
Sorry to hear you’re feeling so bad. Something going around here too, everyone is sick. If you were sick because how much you hated NASCAR I would be sick every day of the year. Glad I don’t believe in Karma and all that. Unless Karma is some greek term meaning bacteria and virus’s. Feel better!
Get lots of sleep. That’s the best thing you can do and if possible skip the wine for a few days.
i shall send rlo in a naughty nurse outfit with a peanut wotnot shake prompto.
fluids!
you were missed at the Capitol today.
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midge: I wish you could. Being sick is never as bad when I have my Midge. Sorry you and Ikeboy are sick as well.
charlotte in pa: You’re right, it’s totally my fault. Damn it, I need to be careful what I wish, err, pray for.
anon: Could be that too. Hard to tell.
anon: Twitter is the bomb! Get it.
kiesha: I’m going next time. Let me know when. Sounds fun!
scott: Thanks. And I promise, I’ll call you back soon.
anon: Off the wine. And my how I’ve missed it!
mrs. ak: HOT!
ak: Fluids without wine and coffee are really, really hard.