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Oh, sooo sick. . .

I was wrong.  It wasn't an impending sinus infection that was making me feel all wonky Sunday night but, rather, the mother of all stomach bugs.  I swear, I haven't been this ill since I drank Leningrad tap water in 1989 and contracted amoebic dysentery.  I have three degrees of fever, bruised knees from huddling by the toilet, and I'm the color of Swiss cheese.  The mister has gone above and beyond, making midnight runs to Walgreen's, calling in sick two days in a row, offering me Spike-centric episodes of Buffy and feeding me Pedialyte by the spoonful.  (If I've learnt nothing else in the last day or two, at least now I know why the kid has always hated Pedialyte so much; stuff tastes like olive brine.  Bleaargh.)  I sincerely hope that this is food poisoning and not viral; the thought of anyone else in the household catching it before I get over it is too bleak to even contemplate. 

Stay well, y'all! 


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Feb. 5th, 2008 05:02 pm (UTC)
Feel better.
There'll be another installment of Distance later ….
Feb. 5th, 2008 05:21 pm (UTC)
Many thanks.

Can't wait to read it!
Feb. 6th, 2008 03:54 am (UTC)
{{{{{healing vibes}}}}}}} Poor dear! Those sinus infections are hell (I'm prone to them) but at least they don't make you kneel to the porcelain god that way! Bad when you wish it were the former.

Feb. 6th, 2008 03:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm feeling a little less wobbly today, so that's progress. . .
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