Sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. Sick.
That was me last week. I don’t know that I’ve ever taken off pretty much a full week for being sick before. This was worse than the Norovirus. It was worse than, well, any sickness I’ve ever felt before. And it wouldn’t go AWAY!
The weekend before: hmmm… I don’t feel great. I’m going to try to get some sleep.
Monday: oh my FSM I am sick. Dear FSM in heaven I am sick. I may die right now.
Me (pitiful voice): honey, can you get me some Gatorade? Icy, icy cold Gatorade?
Tim: I’ll bring it up to you.
Me: thanks babe… *blurgh* *wets pants from ralphing so hard*
repeat ad nauseum (heh)
Tuesday: sick. can’t sleep. had to get up in the middle of the night to throw up.
Me (pitiful voice): honey, can you get me some Gatorade? Icy, icy cold Gatorade?
Tim: I’ll bring it up to you.
Me: thanks babe… *blurgh* *wets pants from ralphing so hard*
repeat ad nauseum
Me: should I try to eat dry toast?
Tim: you could try it
Me: could you bring me some? and some Gatorade?
Tim: OK ba…
Me (interrupting): *blurgh* *more wet pants*
Wednesday: at the doctor’s office.
Me (holding my head up with my hand, arm propped on desk): I’m not leaving until you give me something to stop this.
Tim: I’ve never seen her this sick
PA: um, there’s a bathroom right outside if you need to throw up again. Oh my, I didn’t think you could get any paler, but you have.
Me: give me DRUGS!
PA: yes ma’am. Right away, ma’am!
Thursday: still very tired, but anti-nausea drugs are sort-of working. Can only eat dry toast and saltines. Can only drink Gatorade and ginger ale. Try to work. Make it 1 1/2 hours before going back to bed. Sleep a lot.
Friday: worked a total of 4 hours this week. Yeah, this is great. Feeling less like I’m going to die, but still tired. Try other food than dry toast and saltines, like toast with peanut butter. Bad idea. Sleep more. Fold lots of pairs of shorts and underwear from Monday and Tuesday’s escapades.
This is why I haven’t blogged.
[Ed. note - FSM = Flying Spaghetti Monster]
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Addendum:
Sometime Monday night…
I hear retching noises at 2AM. Flail legs in direction of where cats normally throw up on the bedspread. Look and realize cats are both somewhere else in the room. Realize it’s wife. Shake head. Put on glasses to prepare to get Gatorade for wife.
This was one of those can’t-do-much-but-I-can-at-least-mix-Gatorade efforts. At least I wasn’t totally useless.
Wow. That’s terrible! Glad you are feeling moderately better now. Hope you are feeling all the way better soon!
Oy! Hope you’re back to normal soon, and that nobody else gets it!