but if my daughter's not sick and my husband's around to play with her (which he generally is) while i'm sick?
i turn the house into a t.b. ward.
i'm not joking. i was on the deck today, facing the ocean, in a lounge chair, convinced i was dying.
i ate something that clearly did not agree with me.
(what? chocolate christmas candy. i'll be kind and not name the maker.)
i did that last night. i woke up this morning with my stomach hurting and tossing.
and i made it through the 1st few hours. i made breakfast for my daughter, coffee for us (my husband and me) and was reading the paper.
gross out alert.
i farted. i'm not going to say 'passed gas.' right at the dining table, out of nowhere, the loudest rip you have ever heard.
my daughter thought it was hilarious.
i was mortified.
but the worst was yet to come.
the next fart?
not a fart.
i was going to the bathroom.
at the dining table.
i'm so glad i had dressed and wasn't in my p.j.s. i was wearing pantyhose and those pantyhose went immediately in the trash while i went immediately into the shower.
after that, i haad explosive brown water hurling out of my ass for several hours -- roughtly from 11 in the afternoon until 4:30 pm. i could not be out of the bathroom for more than 15 minutes. at the 10 minute mark, my stomach would burble (is that a word) making this disgusting loud sound and, inside, churning like crazy.
after 4:30, i retired to my lounge chair with pepto bismol, some pills, some imodium and some kaopectate. fly boy had gone to the store. it kicked in so that i only needed to visit the bathroom once every hour after that.
on the plus, any weight from pigging out on thanksgiving is now gone.
on the minus, my whole body aches.
and to clear something up, fly boy got me alka-seltzer fairly early on. he wasn't just watching me groan in pain and doing nothing. but the alka-seltzer only upset my stomach further.
he kept saying, 'give it an hour, it's got to work.' it did not.
so i read c.i. finally this evening and see that my friend was throwing up this morning. and posts an important piece of writing and adds at the end that she needs to throw up, give her 30 minutes and she'll have the 2nd post up.
and she attended 2 congressional hearings today, spoke with several u.s. senators and dictated the iraq snapshot. all while being sick.
i'm sorry. i love her, she's great and wonderful. but when i'm sick, i just can't move. i always feel like i'm going to die. i can have a typical cold and it lays me out completely (unless my daughter's sick - so far, when she's been sick at the same time, i've been able to rally and focus on her).
more power to c.i. she truly is a superwoman. she always has been. but that's not me and i'm fine with that. you will not catch me attending congressional hearings if i'm sick. and, obviously, i'm writing about this topic because i have nothing else to write about. i've spent the whole day being sick. so that's what i'm posting on tonight. i hope 'scandal' is on tomorrow night, by the way.
let's close with c.i.'s 'Iraq snapshot:'