For the last few days I have been sick. I have enjoyed this. It wasn't the sick where you are REALLY SICK and FEEL YOU MAY DIE AT ANY MOMENT. More of the kind where you just feel run down and that life is totally kicking your ass!
I assign time limits to my being sick. A cold - 1 hour. A headache - 30 minutes. A stomach ache - 15 minutes. Anything blood related - like a paper cut - 5 seconds (I really hate the sight of blood). It has been so long since I had the flu (knock on wood) or anything major that I have no time references for those. These time limits in no way work but I feel more in control if I tell my body to stop acting like a big cry baby and get well.
My body pretty much replies the same way every time - "SUCK IT!" and then it continues on its sickly way.
This time I just went with the flow. I wore sweatpants and a tank top. Put my hair up in a pony tail. Had a glass of water. Watched my delightful la femme Nikita (that Michael, what a very yummy man! - I'll take one to go, please) and basically played slug for two days.
I did nothing but sleep and lay in bed while whatever it was beat the stuffing out of me. Then like it had arrived, it was gone.
And I lost weight. What a deal!
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Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sick!
Happy St. Patrick's Day
We are sick at our home. I blame it on the LONGEST WINTER KNOWN TO MAN. I know colds are viruses, I just don't care and prefer to blame it on Winter. And the ex.
I am not a good sick patient. Being a mother you never really get a sick day anyway. You just do the regular day with periodic intervals of illness. I assign sick days to hours. I will feel bad for 3 hours and then it shall be gone. It never is.
The kid and I are pretty healthy in the overall scheme of things. It is his school that brings us down like wounded wildebeests. With the homework and in class assignments, if you miss even an hour, you are about a day behind. Miss a whole day and you may never see daylight again. So kids go to school sick and then the rest of us get sick and then we infect some more people and eventually the original kids are sick again and the whole process starts all over again.
A giant circle of sickness. Fun times I tell ya.
The kid is the perfect sick patient. He lays in his bed with the dog, watches TV and drinks cranberry juice. Takes hot baths, eats his soup, takes his aspirin and drinks lots of water. Of course, he charts his progress on Web MD and provides hourly updates of his symptoms. He is the opposite of me.
So now I am off to play Florence Nightingale. I role I wholeheartedly suck at. Wish me well.
We are sick at our home. I blame it on the LONGEST WINTER KNOWN TO MAN. I know colds are viruses, I just don't care and prefer to blame it on Winter. And the ex.
I am not a good sick patient. Being a mother you never really get a sick day anyway. You just do the regular day with periodic intervals of illness. I assign sick days to hours. I will feel bad for 3 hours and then it shall be gone. It never is.
The kid and I are pretty healthy in the overall scheme of things. It is his school that brings us down like wounded wildebeests. With the homework and in class assignments, if you miss even an hour, you are about a day behind. Miss a whole day and you may never see daylight again. So kids go to school sick and then the rest of us get sick and then we infect some more people and eventually the original kids are sick again and the whole process starts all over again.
A giant circle of sickness. Fun times I tell ya.
The kid is the perfect sick patient. He lays in his bed with the dog, watches TV and drinks cranberry juice. Takes hot baths, eats his soup, takes his aspirin and drinks lots of water. Of course, he charts his progress on Web MD and provides hourly updates of his symptoms. He is the opposite of me.
So now I am off to play Florence Nightingale. I role I wholeheartedly suck at. Wish me well.
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