Have you ever been sick where you just sort of wake up three days later with your teeth feeling kinda furry and your hair an oily tangled mess? (Wondering why there are corn chip crumbs in the bed ?!)
I finally surfaced today. I missed my third day of work. John was good enough to take Brennan to daycare (which is about 25 miles from our house) so I could actually rest today and I did.
I got up about 1 this afternoon and allowed myself an extra hot, extra long shower. My stomach is still not right. I'm only eating things on the safe for tummyache list.
Like:
Potato mashed with chicken broth
unsweetened apples sauce
yogurt with live cultures
grape juice
more crackers that I care to count
Here are some of the things I learned!
I hate ginger ale.
A heating pad really does make stomach cramps feel better.
I hate pepto bismol, too, but not as much as I hate stomach cramps.
I'm going to order some of that sea salt. I have always wanted to try some and now I have a good excuse.
I feel better. I'm still very tired, though. I almost hope I had food poisoning or something instead of a virus so no one else will get it. You know, it was almost funny when I first started feeling bad on Sunday afternoon... *I* who normally leave the heat off and let it get to be 60 degrees in the house while I'm running around with shorts on started complaining about being cold.
I sat in front of the fire, and I felt like I had a force field around me. It was like there was NO HEAT coming out of the fire and I was freezing. And later that night I had the heat up and it was 72 degrees in the house and I was bundled up in a chair saying, "g-g-g-get me a b-b-blanket, pppplease" I was just shaking!
Not so funny the next morning, though.
Now, I am sort of loafing. Considering all the things that I could be doing. But, nah. I'm just going to loaf in bed for the rest of the day if I can. I'll probably have lots to do at work tomorrow.
Thanks, everybody.
Cassandra
