I didn't die. Yet.

So I'm still alive. Okay, maybe half alive. Alive enough to get out of bed and sit here and read blogs and comment people back. And hopefully they all make sense. But I still feel like crap. And I'm going back to bed soon. But since the fever has finally gone away, I'm pretty sure I'll live.

I did not go to the doctor. Partly because I'm too tired to put on clothes other than pj's and ride the half hour into town. Partly because if I don't have the flu, I probably would by the time I breathed the same air as all those other sick people. And partly because I'm a mom. I know the drill for this...rest...fluids...more rest. These are my observations from yesterday...

1.) The Campbell's "soup at hands" are really convenient for sick people. Easier to hold in bed than a bowl and spoon. However, if you eat the chicken and stars one, all the stars sink to the bottom. This results in a huge lump of pasta stuck in the bottom of the container at the end.

2.) If you happen to be watching a SyFy marathon of Outer Limits episodes and you fall asleep during one episode and wake up during another you will be highly confused.

3.) Daytime TV is insipid.

4.) Used tissues multiply at roughly the same rate as rabbits.

5.) Taking your temperature with a thermometer under your tongue becomes virtually impossible when your nose is completely stuffed up. Only olympic swimmers can hold their breath long enough to accomplish this feat.

6.) Cats really like sick people. You may wake up with five of them sleeping in various positions on your bed. I'm pretty sure they just like the heat you give off when feverish. Or maybe they're just waiting for you to die so they can eat you.

7.) Sean can fend for himself way better than he lets on.

8.) "Cootie Girl" is apparently a term of endearment.

9.) If I look bad enough (or sound bad enough) my husband will avoid contact with me. This has never happened before. Considering he has the constitution of a horse and almost never gets sick from being near me when I'm sick, I can only assume I either look worse than usual. Or he's succumbed to the reigning paranoia thrust upon us by all the media coverage of the swine flu pandemic. Dammit...I want my cuddles!

10.) I truly thank the powers that be that the SK book was delivered to me so fortuitously. At least I have something wonderful to read!!!

And thank you all for your comments and well wishes!! I truly appreciate them. And hope that I can get back to what passes for normal at my house very very soon!!!

'Scuse me, I need a nap now,
♥Spot

I think I might be dying and it's all Lulu's boyfriends fault.

I feel like I'm dying. I have since yesterday afternoon. Intense sore throat, fever, chills, muscle ache, sneezing, stuffy nose, cough, headache, tummmyache, tight chest. Sounds like flu, huh? Feels like flu. Or when the chills hit, death. Here is the text convo I had with Lulu last night~

Me: I'm soooo sick.

Lu: So's Luke. What symptoms?

Me: Sore throat, like I can't swallow. Fever. Chills. Achey. Headache. Tummy ache. Cough. Sneezing. Runny/stuffy nose.

Lu: Wow. You just described him to a "T"! Wait! Did you all make out or something?

Me: Oooops...

Lu: Bitch!

Me: Um. No. He's sooo not my type.

Lu: I know. But since he got sick yesterday you must of got it from him.

Me: If it's swine flu, I'm going to kill him.

And then I went to bed. And was so miserable I didn't even sleep. I hate that! Especially since Hubby was sleeping fine! And snoring. But he was very nice to make my tea w/honey and tuck me into bed last night with an extra blanket because my teeth were chattering. Of course then the fever went down and I had to shuck off the extra blanket and the socks and the sweatshirt because I thought I might die of heat exhaustion.

Anyway...I read blogs this morning. But witty commentary seems to be eluding me so I'm sorry, but not comments from me today. And this is all your getting for a blog. Because I just sneezed all over my keyboard and monitor (it took me by surprise) and now I'm going to have to wipe it all down with a lysol wipee. And I'm pretty sure that will take the last bit of energy I possess. And I can't even call for help, because I have no voice either. Sean finds this hysterical.

Take care, and hopefully I'll be back tomorrow...
♥Spot