I don't know about you, but when I'm sick, my body just freaks out. My immune system just takes the ball and runs with it.
Well, old girl's already down for the count anyway....lookit her, all shivering and moaning, then sweating like a pig. Might as well completely clog up her sinus cavity and make the right side of her face feel like she got a beatdown and its currently being squeezed in a vise. Oooh, oh oh and let's throw some diarrhea in, every time she eats solid food. Finally, for good measure, let's make her look like the elephant man and blast her bottom lip with a cold sore. Our work here is done.
Yeh, that's what I imagine my body is saying.
I haven't seen the sunshine for nearly seven days. I've just been laying in bed, cradling the remote. I make sure to flip over from side to side lest I acquire any bedsores.
Just like some chicken on a rotisserie.
The Sick has almost made its way through the entire house. The chil'rens each got it for about a day and a half, after that they are up frolicking around like the deer in Bambi. So, if my calculations are correct, it has made it way through the entire house.
Xixi was the last one to get it, which is miraculous since she's spent every single waking minute of her day peeled to my butt cheek skin. She woke up one morning and said, "Mama, my eyes are buuuuuuwning." Aw,shoot.
Michael's been keeping it at bay by pounding Theraflu. He says I'm a horrible patient because I refuse to take medicine. He bought me some sinus meds and when I tried to choke them down, the chil'rens said I sounded like a mama penguin choking up some food for her babies.
Okaaay.
For whatever reason, I become one with the Earth when I'm sick and I prefer to drink cherry bark tea with honey and Echinachea extract and massage my sinus cavities with this herbal oil a friend of mine made for me. That stuff literally blasts your sinuses open, even when you rub it into your temples.
That stuff is good times.
I am staying far, far away from the doctor's office and all them cooties up in that place. Ick.
But tomorrow is a new day. I'm feeling better. I look like a mental patient who has recently escaped but inside, I'm feeling better. That's all I can ask for.
