Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2011

The Best Laid Plans

Well all my good intentions having been derailed by a sick toddler.  Who kept me up until 3, snotted and hung on my leg all day and is definitely going to be doing the same tonight and tomorrow.  I'll be back when we are healthy!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

No. It's not the Swine Flu.

But it is bad. Whatever the heck it is. I was STRUCK down (yes that is a very dramatic description but completely and accurately describes how I feel) yesterday with the flu from H-E-double hockey sticks. And this flu wasn't playing. For the the very sensitive (I'm thinking of you GM) I won't go into any major descriptions other than to say I have become intimately involved with my porcelain god. Crazy thing is that my mom got the same flu on the same day. And I think I know who to blame. My sister's in-law's came to visit from TX and brought with them some crazy flu which they immediately passed on to my sister and her youngest along with half of the other family. So now my mom and I are the lucky recipients and I think my dad is feeling yucky now too.

I hate being sick. HATE. First of all, I don't like feeling like I'm home bound. I want to lay around on my couch when I'm not required to be there. When you are sick you are required to lay around. And you know you are really sick when you have no interest in even playing on FB.

Secondly, I am a BIG. FAT. HUGE. BABY. And I'm not kidding. I'm a bawler when I'm sick. I'm a man-cold when I'm sick. I can't help it. When I feel like poo I just can't hang. And I want to be babied. But only when I want to be babied. The rest of the time I want to be left alone. And my hubby? He is a horrible nurse. He walked in yesterday and the FIRST thing he did was pick up the Lysol and start spraying every square inch of our house. Never mind that I'm already NAUSEATED and feeling like crap. Because Lysol smells so awesome! Every time I touched something he would spray it with Lysol. He almost got Lysol in his ear. Oh and when he came to bed? HE SLEPT THE OPPOSITE WAY. That's right. Feet in my face. I might have thought about becoming a kicker. Not only did he sleep with his feet in my face he then proceeded to flip and flop. I nearly lost it. So instead I snarled at him to be still. See? I'm fun.

I'm feeling better today but still all achy and a headache. Thanks for asking. Here's hoping by tomorrow I'll be back to my cheerful, snarky self.