Tag: sick

…I don’t know if you can catch this cold via the computer, but I don’t want to risk it.  I’m going to go back to bed now.  Getting older sucks.

…worse, I am amazingly cranky this evening. I mean, almost blindingly so.  I’m taking the hint from my body and calling it early tonight.

I’ve spent the last thirty-six hours or so not daring to move more than ten feet away from the bathroom, but I’m still alive.  And, to be honest here: after I finish this ambrosial bowl of dried Cheerios I’m probably going back to bed. It has not been a good couple of days.

I got worse, and while now I’m feeling better I also need at least ten hours sleep tonight.  So I’ll be going and finding some, OK? OK.

Almost literally: my sides still hurt, although thankfully my voice is almost back to normal.  What’s kind of worrying me is the relative lack of appetite, although I think that it’s starting to come back. Whatever this was — I assumed that it was just food poisoning from off BBQ sauce, but I’m starting to doubt it — keep it away from you.  Personally, I’m just glad that it hit now, and not Halloween.

I suppose. That was a remarkably unpleasant thirty-six hours or so, and I’m only feeling better, not well. I’m taking it easy for the rest of the day.

On the bright side: lots of sleep!  Lots and lots of sleep. With highly bizarre dreams.

As in, nausea and whatnot. I am out for the rest of the day, and quite possibly tomorrow. I hope to God this isn’t the flu this year, because it well and truly sucks…

…except that I got up, took the kids to school, came back, napped, got up, napped, got up, got the kids from school, napped, got up, ate something, and will be now going back to bed, thank you.

If we have it now, the kids and I will be free of it by Friday, which is when they’re to be packed off to their Nana’s. No interference with anybody’s vacation, in other words. All for the best, really.

…And if I keep telling myself this, maybe I’ll even start to believe it!