ill effects
Posted on 2008-Jan-16 at 11:05
*tap tap tapparoo*
Did you hear that?
It was me, I am knocking on Death's door.
I kinda hope he's not home.
I don't get sick very often and usually when I do get attacked by a bug I can kick its hairy parasitic ass before it has a chance to worm its way into me. Not this time.
I felt great on Sunday.
I woke up monday morning in a panic when i realized someone had super glued my nose shut at some point in the night. I blamed my husband...because that is what I do.
I took Monday off hoping to make a speedy recovery but after a breathe-less day and a sleepless night I wasn't feeling any better on Tuesday. I had to work so I loaded up on cold meds and put on my healthiest smile and did my thang...trying my best not to infect anyone. Most of my clients either already have the bug or are just getting over it. It was probably one of those bastards who gave it to me! I can't blame my husband for that, he hasn't been sick. I am quite certain though that since we are going to the city this weekend he will come down with it by then...in my mind it will be just to spite me. I do not expect him to baby me when I am ill and I have zero patience for him when he is under the weather. "Just get over it already, take some Cold FX and some vitamin C, blow your nose, you don't even try to fight it,you are such a baby."
I try to keep my misery to myself (and you) but he moans and groans and whines and it annoys the piss out of me. In sickness and in health my ass. Apparently I am a little cranky. The poor guy isn't even sick (yet) and I am already mad at him. How does he put up with me? I think it helps that he's working afternoon shift.
I am on my way to bed, it's time to get sexy. I'll slip into my favorite comfy sweatshirt, pop enough antihisthamines and tylenol to relieve the 40,000 leagues under the sea pressure in my head and the miserable aching in my everything else. Then I'll flush my nasal cavity with saline to try to drain some of the snot...so there isn't so much left on my pillow in the morning. *gag* After that I will slather my chest and back with Vicks vapo-rub and finally to make me completely irresistible I will put a Breathe-Right strip across the bridge of my nose. Oh the hawtness...of my fever. My husband won't be able to keep his hands off me when he gets home. How could he possibly resist the overwhelming seduction power of mentholatum, Buckley's breath and soggy tissues.
Now I lay me down to sleep
my bed's become a kleenex heap
If I can rest before I rise
I won't have such bloodshot eyes
Sadly, my cold/flu/ebola has not improved my mad poetry skillz.
Did you hear that?
It was me, I am knocking on Death's door.
I kinda hope he's not home.
I don't get sick very often and usually when I do get attacked by a bug I can kick its hairy parasitic ass before it has a chance to worm its way into me. Not this time.
I felt great on Sunday.
I woke up monday morning in a panic when i realized someone had super glued my nose shut at some point in the night. I blamed my husband...because that is what I do.
I took Monday off hoping to make a speedy recovery but after a breathe-less day and a sleepless night I wasn't feeling any better on Tuesday. I had to work so I loaded up on cold meds and put on my healthiest smile and did my thang...trying my best not to infect anyone. Most of my clients either already have the bug or are just getting over it. It was probably one of those bastards who gave it to me! I can't blame my husband for that, he hasn't been sick. I am quite certain though that since we are going to the city this weekend he will come down with it by then...in my mind it will be just to spite me. I do not expect him to baby me when I am ill and I have zero patience for him when he is under the weather. "Just get over it already, take some Cold FX and some vitamin C, blow your nose, you don't even try to fight it,you are such a baby."
I try to keep my misery to myself (and you) but he moans and groans and whines and it annoys the piss out of me. In sickness and in health my ass. Apparently I am a little cranky. The poor guy isn't even sick (yet) and I am already mad at him. How does he put up with me? I think it helps that he's working afternoon shift.
I am on my way to bed, it's time to get sexy. I'll slip into my favorite comfy sweatshirt, pop enough antihisthamines and tylenol to relieve the 40,000 leagues under the sea pressure in my head and the miserable aching in my everything else. Then I'll flush my nasal cavity with saline to try to drain some of the snot...so there isn't so much left on my pillow in the morning. *gag* After that I will slather my chest and back with Vicks vapo-rub and finally to make me completely irresistible I will put a Breathe-Right strip across the bridge of my nose. Oh the hawtness...of my fever. My husband won't be able to keep his hands off me when he gets home. How could he possibly resist the overwhelming seduction power of mentholatum, Buckley's breath and soggy tissues.
Now I lay me down to sleep
my bed's become a kleenex heap
If I can rest before I rise
I won't have such bloodshot eyes
Sadly, my cold/flu/ebola has not improved my mad poetry skillz.
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