So after last weeks fortunate turn out of the water leak problem, I'm feeling pretty good. Looking forward to the possibility of a trip this next weekend down to a motorcycle show in Norcross, GA and seeing some friends I haven't visited with in a while. Depends on how the finances look, but it may just be do-able if I'm careful.
So I keep double checking my reservations & looking over the route, setting my AirSet calendar to remind me in case I have to cancel at the last minute. Things are lining up & it's looking good.
Friday I had a mystery shop at Sonic to do for breakfast.....I don't reccomend the Super Breakfast Burrito, it's weird & soggy....but I was hungry & hey, I get re-imbursed for the food, so what ever! Well, I didn't eat anything else all day & got the burns for a Pizza Hut pepperoni & I had a coupon for two mediums....so I call them up to make an order & hit the first little pay back.....it's gonna be at least 50 minutes 'cause they're so swamped. I'd hoped to pick it up & be home in time for 7PM prime time, but ok, I'll live. So I take off in time to be a little early & I think I'm lucky since they are already sitting in the warmer waiting for me when I get to the counter.....I should have paid attention to that! Anyway, I pay & zip back home, fling myself & the goodies in front of the TV & start munching. A couple slices of pepperoni & a couple of Hawaian and I'm already stuffed, so I do the usual & shut the boxes but don't put them in the fridge.....never have bothered before & haven't had a problem, even when I've left them sitting on top of the stove for a couple of days.
The next morning I scarf down a slice so I can take my vitamins.....lately it seems if I don't eat something first it's been upsetting my stomach other wise. Guess I'm getting old & the iron stomach is letting me down a bit.
The rest of the day gets spent in front of the computer with a break around 2PM to have some more of the pizza, but this time I heat it up in the microwave....still nothing different than I've done dozens of times. Around 5ish or so I start to feel not so great, a little warm, kind of a headache and a touch dizzy. I kind of ignore it for a while, but suddenly I'm dashing for the bathroom & barely make it in time the turn my insides out....to the amusement & confusion of the kitties, since I'm pretty much laying on the floor & they think I must be there to play with them.....trust me.....I didn't wanna play with ANYTHING!!
I get cleaned up & head back to the computer, but start feeling even worse, so I shut things off & go back upstairs & relax on the couch......for all of about 10 minutes....then it's another dash to not quite make it this time, but close enough for the 3rd & 4th episodes of attempting to get my toenails to crawl up thru my body & leap to their demise in the toilet bowl. Now my sides hurt, my head is throbbing & when I stand up it's a toss up as to just how long vertical is a managable task. Think your worst hangover ever....without the fun from the night before! And before I forget to mention it.....the 4th episode was accompanied with extreme diarreah. Wasn't bad enough already, right??!!
It's a difficult decision about where to toss my second set of nasty clothes and should I just now sit & use the plastic lined wicker basket for whatever is still left in my poor stomach.
After about 30 minutes I start to feel like I can get up now, so I make my way back to the couch....but I was wrong.....very wrong! I was back in there like a flash in 10 more minutes. Sometimes it's good to live alone.....I just stayed in clean underwear & a clean sweatshirt for the rest of the night! But I wasn't looking forward to doing the laundry!
Sooooo, I was now running a nasty little fever, shivering, head pounding & queasy. And every five or ten minutes I had to go sit in there again. Good thing the plumbing leak had been fixed, but I think I made up for not using up much space in the septic tank since I've moved here!
This little "party" went on most of the night, little sips of water that at least stayed down....if not "in!" All day Sunday it was the same....couldn't sneeze, cough, laugh or clench my stomach muscles to get off the couch without risking another pair of undies. I went thru 2 1/2 rolls of toilet tissue & my poor bottom was reacting with very little co-operation when it came to sitting down. Fortunately, I wasn't the LEAST bit hungry! After the fever went away & I didn't feel like it was mandatory to hug the basket every time I made a move, I risked a few sips of milk. I slept most of the day, but not well....fearing I'd dream about having to go to the bathroom & find out it wasn't a dream! By late in the evening, I was pretty exhausted and feeling weak.....I got on the scale & had lost 8 pounds in less than 48 hours! Nice....but I don't think this is a good diet method.
I spent all day Monday chained to the bathroom again, in spite of a bit of natural cure...eating a couple of slices of swiss cheese (slows down the internal plumbing, they say) but finally whatever "nasty" I'd given myself started to wear off. I ate some more cheese, a small bowl of cereal and by evening a bowl of soup. Total weight loss by this morning was 11 pounds.....but I probably ruined that when I had another Sonic mystery shop at lunch time & forced down a few bites of a burger & some fries....the only I could really finish was a strawberry smoothie. But while I'm not completly back to normal, at least I can cough without having to change my undies again!!
I should have known that the price for fixing the plumbing leak wasn't steep enough for my Karma! Had to pay back more with my own "plumbing" going haywire! I'm guessing I won't be in the mood for a pizza again for a good, long time.
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Monday, October 1, 2007
Sick Saga
I don't do sick well at all. I have no patience for people who are sick & even less for myself when in that condition. It makes me grumpy & anti-social more than I normally am....if that's even possible. I find it particularly unfair that I started getting sick the morning of my birthday....and how do you catch something when you haven't been face to face with another human being for at least 10 days!?
The kitties think they're helping by making sure to lie on me every time I hold still....it's hard to get up quickly with three of them stacked on your lap like dead wood when those constant urges demand you leap to pay homage to the porcelain god. As I attempt to race for the bathroom before I end up depositing bodily fluids across the carpet, it becomes an obstacle course of cats who are almost comatose but manage to instinctively throw those claws a few inches into my skin...OUCH....get under my feet, race ahead of me & leap onto the toilet seat, knock over the glass of water on the sink, and engage in a war over the space on my lap as soon as I sit down. If, instead of it being a "sit down" emergency, I'm attempting to do some creative projectile art made from the contents of the morning's vitamin intake, I have to avoid the furry demon who thinks this is the perfect time to assist with the way my hair is arranged on my head.
And being ill with a fever of 101.1 for 3 days is in no way an acceptable excuse for failing to keep their breakfast served on time, the water fountain clean & full, or their two litter boxes scooped. I know this because of the little paws full of claws that still found a way past my drugged stupor at 6:30 in the morning, the lapping noises coming from the dishes in the sink I was too sick to wash, and the appearance of kittie pooh in forbidden places. ( YOU try navigating stairs down to the litter boxes when just sitting up causes your eyes to roll back in your head....NOT gonna go near the stairs!) I would have done some very loud yelling....but it makes my head hurt....
Can somebody explain what the companies who make cold/flu remedies are thinking when they print directions? I keep a couple of OTC medicines in the cabinet, but I seldom get sick, so it's not like I even look at the box more than once every couple of years......mostly I end up throwing away most of them because they expire before I need them again....but there I stood, weaving about, eyes runny, barely able to breath and now I have to try to see the instructions about dosage so I don't overdo it. It was like trying to read the encyclopedia on the head of a pin! Miles of tiny words of warning about not mixing this with that, following the dosage instructions, not operating heavy machinery (Yep...I'm barely able to stand up, so make sure to warn me about climbing onto the family backhoe lest I run over something!) but the info about how much of this magic potion I'm supposed to shove down my aching throat & how often to do it is buried in wrap-around words on the corner of the box.
I thought about turning on the bright make-up lights so I could maybe see these pearls of wisdom a little better, but that much extra light just makes my eyes water even more.
Then the fun of actually getting the pills out of those little individual packets......I'm SICK & lucky to have even found the stupid box they came in & you expect me to figure out how to open by bending on the notch & tearing on the dotted line....I can't even SEE the notch or the dotted line & don't have the strength to tear off toilet paper, but you want me to tear open this plastic that is strong enough to build a bomb shelter!!! GET REAL! I sure hope the scissors I resorted to aren't considered heavy machinery......can I get a ticket for that?
The bad part of taking medicine that gets rid of nasty symptoms is that then you feel better.....seems like a good thing, but it's not.....really. Hunger returns & just enough energy to make you think you can stumble into the kitchen & fix something to eat. This is a mistake because you will grab the easiest thing within reach & attempt to stuff it past your sore throat....and probably manage since you've only been drinking water for the last three days. Within 5 minutes you will be dashing for the bathroom....again. And the kitties will try to beat you there....again. And you will be cleaning what missed the toilet off the floor....again. And you will be changing your underwear for the 10th time today.
You will lose 10 pounds in about 4 days, but as soon as the worst passes & you finally manage to keep food in your system for more than 15 minutes, you will gain it all back in 2 days. You will finally manage to drag yourself out to the store & refill the kittie food supply and have a two day relapse.....
sick......sucks......sigh......
The kitties think they're helping by making sure to lie on me every time I hold still....it's hard to get up quickly with three of them stacked on your lap like dead wood when those constant urges demand you leap to pay homage to the porcelain god. As I attempt to race for the bathroom before I end up depositing bodily fluids across the carpet, it becomes an obstacle course of cats who are almost comatose but manage to instinctively throw those claws a few inches into my skin...OUCH....get under my feet, race ahead of me & leap onto the toilet seat, knock over the glass of water on the sink, and engage in a war over the space on my lap as soon as I sit down. If, instead of it being a "sit down" emergency, I'm attempting to do some creative projectile art made from the contents of the morning's vitamin intake, I have to avoid the furry demon who thinks this is the perfect time to assist with the way my hair is arranged on my head.
And being ill with a fever of 101.1 for 3 days is in no way an acceptable excuse for failing to keep their breakfast served on time, the water fountain clean & full, or their two litter boxes scooped. I know this because of the little paws full of claws that still found a way past my drugged stupor at 6:30 in the morning, the lapping noises coming from the dishes in the sink I was too sick to wash, and the appearance of kittie pooh in forbidden places. ( YOU try navigating stairs down to the litter boxes when just sitting up causes your eyes to roll back in your head....NOT gonna go near the stairs!) I would have done some very loud yelling....but it makes my head hurt....
Can somebody explain what the companies who make cold/flu remedies are thinking when they print directions? I keep a couple of OTC medicines in the cabinet, but I seldom get sick, so it's not like I even look at the box more than once every couple of years......mostly I end up throwing away most of them because they expire before I need them again....but there I stood, weaving about, eyes runny, barely able to breath and now I have to try to see the instructions about dosage so I don't overdo it. It was like trying to read the encyclopedia on the head of a pin! Miles of tiny words of warning about not mixing this with that, following the dosage instructions, not operating heavy machinery (Yep...I'm barely able to stand up, so make sure to warn me about climbing onto the family backhoe lest I run over something!) but the info about how much of this magic potion I'm supposed to shove down my aching throat & how often to do it is buried in wrap-around words on the corner of the box.
I thought about turning on the bright make-up lights so I could maybe see these pearls of wisdom a little better, but that much extra light just makes my eyes water even more.
Then the fun of actually getting the pills out of those little individual packets......I'm SICK & lucky to have even found the stupid box they came in & you expect me to figure out how to open by bending on the notch & tearing on the dotted line....I can't even SEE the notch or the dotted line & don't have the strength to tear off toilet paper, but you want me to tear open this plastic that is strong enough to build a bomb shelter!!! GET REAL! I sure hope the scissors I resorted to aren't considered heavy machinery......can I get a ticket for that?
The bad part of taking medicine that gets rid of nasty symptoms is that then you feel better.....seems like a good thing, but it's not.....really. Hunger returns & just enough energy to make you think you can stumble into the kitchen & fix something to eat. This is a mistake because you will grab the easiest thing within reach & attempt to stuff it past your sore throat....and probably manage since you've only been drinking water for the last three days. Within 5 minutes you will be dashing for the bathroom....again. And the kitties will try to beat you there....again. And you will be cleaning what missed the toilet off the floor....again. And you will be changing your underwear for the 10th time today.
You will lose 10 pounds in about 4 days, but as soon as the worst passes & you finally manage to keep food in your system for more than 15 minutes, you will gain it all back in 2 days. You will finally manage to drag yourself out to the store & refill the kittie food supply and have a two day relapse.....
sick......sucks......sigh......
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