Anniversary of Sick

One of the worst flus ever!

(sp: flus? flu's? flews?

no that last one is drooly flaps of flop

on a basset's cheeks

I dunno the correct sp.)

It was horrible!

With a capital HORRIBLE!

You wonder why the illustration above is sideways?

Mistake? Poor download?

No!

That's me in the prone position

for 1 solid week.

Shivering, aching, trying not to breathe 'cuz it HURT

and the rhythmic moaning.

I kept the "End it NOOOWWW!!!!!!!"

screaming to a minimum.

My Lamaze breathing kicked in in an attempt to soothe.

Sick as a dog,

sick as a dog.

So today is the one week anniversary.

Yesterday I hung my legs over the edge of the bed.

Today I'm up and wandering around.

Sat in the sun with the recovering T:

We argue.

I was sickest!

Yeah, but you didn't have

the horriblest headache in history.

Yeah, but you didn't lie moaning

with a fever for 3 solid days

one quarter-second at a time with no break.

Yeah, well I didn't bug you,

I left you alone and I brought tea.

Yeah, well I didn't WANT to be left alone,

and I checked on YOU and asked how YOU were

even more AND I brought you tea and jello AND naproxen!!

THIS ISN'T A COMPETITION!

Oh...it's gotten to this.

Poor me and poor-er me.

No matter how sicker I was, (it's true!)

up and around is better.

We both agree.