I arrived home from a trip to California on Tuesday night and sneezed.
I don’t want to get sick.
My mind raced back to the time when I pressed the button on an elevator with my knuckle (I’m so smart) and then rubbed my itchy eye with the same body part. (I’m so stupid!) Or it could have been the lady sneezing next to me on the plane. Or I could have been exposed by cold-suffering cooks the many times I ate in restaurants.
Oh, no. What if it’s the flu? At least I got my flu shot.
My nose turns a handle somewhere inside my nasal passages and becomes a faucet. I’m sick. Dang it!
Weird thoughts while sick in bed:
Maybe the reason we get sick is our bodies want a day off and hijack our brains. I wish I could enjoy it. *sneeze*
My head feels like a giant zit.
Whoever (whomever? I’m too tired to remember) invented chicken noodle soup should be honored with a national holiday.
I’m afraid I’m getting a fever. I’m wearing my favorite fleece pajamas under the covers and haven’t broken out in a sweat. Plus I threw on an extra comforter. *shiver*
When I’m booked with a ton of activities, all I can think about is crawling into bed for a quick afternoon nap. When I’m sick, all I can think about are all the activities I’m missing.
I know this has been asked a million times, but where does all the snot come from?
I force myself to eat breakfast to keep up my strength. I have no appetite. Maybe I’ll lose some weight! I wonder how many calories I burn while laying in bed. 800 calories per day? I’ll probably gain weight…
Oh, my God! It’s 4:50 PM! When did I fall asleep? I don’t remember dreaming. I must have fallen asleep. This must be what a narcoleptic feels like.
How can they (the Internet) say it’s not a fever unless a temperature is over 100.4 degrees? I’m chilled, achy, and my head feels like it’s going to explode. I don’t think a few tenths of a degree is going to change my symptoms.
There really is a huge difference between tissues. Thank you, Kleenex!
Two Tylenol would take care of my fever, chills, aches, and pains. I would feel so much better. I could get something done. AND THEY’RE SITTING ON MY BEDSIDE TABLE!
But someone told me a long time ago that the fever is caused by an army of white blood cells fighting germs. I hate whoever (whomever?) told me. What if it was a lie and all I have to do is take those pills to end all my suffering???? Dammit!
One day later.
Watching TV makes my eyes hurt.
How can I sleep so much?
I wonder how long it takes before my muscles atrophy.
My Bichon, Roxy, has been cuddling with me for two days. I never noticed how much dogs sleep.
Is it Wednesday or Thursday?
Taking my temperature has become a rhythmic, every thirty minutes, thing.
99.9. 99.5 99.7. 99.8 99.5 99.9 99.8 99.9 99.5 99.6 99.7 99.9. 99.6 99.8 99.9…
98.3!!!! My normal temperature!
Woohoo! I want to run around and dance, but I stand up and my bedroom spins.
I can handle being sick when it’s only a cold.
Have you been hit with the flu? Do you push yourself unless you have a fever?