Hate Being Sick

Friday!!!! 12-8 This is a multi-part blog. Ugh, the flu sucks ass. Getting over the flu for the most part, then having Niagara Falls set up shop in your sinuses blows. Literally, I think I’ve managed to kill a small evergreen forrest’s worth of Kleenex this morning alone. Poor trees! *sniffle* *hack* *cough* This is the first day I’ve felt much better physically though. Yeah, the first two days were mainly in bed unconscious, buried under blankets, and sipping from a water bottle with a heating pad on my feet to keep the icicle feeling away. *ugh* This of course was after the barf fest that began initially. Could have been worse, throw up once, one big ten minute bout, then done. It could have been 2-4 days worth of that, plus the rest of the aforementioned misery. I remember getting flu in middle school, it happened right at spring break that year. I spent my whole week eating honey tea and saltines on the couch. I didn’t even watch TV, I just laid there praying for a coma because maybe the vomiting would stop so I could sleep. I lost 15 pounds that week!

Subliminal messages were in my head for those initial two days me thinks. I partly slept with the television on just for the sake of having noise and incase I wanted to stare at the glowing television hovering on the wall while I rolled over in achy agony. Once I woke up, breaking the fever and chills. I mumbled to Adam that I wanted pizza. Some time later, he asked me several times what kind I wanted, felt like an hour had gone by before I mumbled pepperoni…. Pan…. Pepperoni Pan Pizza…. Pizza Hut. Deliver. Zonk…. The next thing I know, VOILA, pizza arrives and I snarf down three pieces of pizza. I realized I hadn’t eaten in nearly two days. It tasted like crap of course, taste buds were fried from fever induced coma. So I remembered those days when I was a kid everything tasted like shit when you were sick. OH! And the medicine tasted worst then.

Saturday! 12-10 Woke up sounding like a squeak toy, creeping gunge in the throat and lungs. Hack-hack-hack-hack as though a horse has taken residence in there and won’t come out. JOY. Top that off, I coughed all night, didn’t sleep, got out of bed around 04:30 to at least let Adam sleep hack free for a few hours. Made chamomile tea with honey. Ate teaspoons of honey. Throat felt better, went to bed for about four hours. Got up, couldn’t talk, laid back down ‘til 4 pm. Got up, *ugh*, drank more tea, then managed to get out long enough to attend Christmas Court and come home and crash again. Yippee! My week in a nutshell.

MONDAY! That would be today. Feeling like the creeping gunge attack is trying to go away. I am not sure how many more Halls I can stand in my mouth. Such is the life of a poor health insurance-less schlep. Now I can go back to making some cash to pay the bills. Still waiting on friggen Purdue and anything else to come up and give me a break. Here’s to 2007 being a luckier year!

Tammolly ~Feeling a little better this week

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...