I’m sitting here waiting for the Night Nurse to kick in*. We are hit, once again, by another round of illness. Although this winter has been anything but cold, we are:
- Going through our fourth (fifth? Sixth? Twentieth? Fuck knows) round of illness in 2012.
- Despite having three years of completely suck rainy summers – officially in a drought.
- Awaiting the medication to arrive to start my immunotherapy. Not only are we apparently short of water, we had a very warm year here, and the hay fever is just waiting for me. The doctor was on the fence about me joining the immunotherapy program, too. I remember seeing her as hay fever season was ending and I looked fine. She told me I looked well enough, and then when I told her (while mentally dragging her across the table by her shirt front so I could look deeply into her eyes) that at points during my hay fever suffering in 2011 I had:
1) had my eyes swell shut
2) looked like I’d been in a few matches with Mohammed Ali
3) had my eyes bleed
so she admitted me in the program. It was really for the best. If I bleed from the eyes again someone will call an exorcist.
I am worn out. I am exhausted. I am feeling so rough that I was swerving while sitting on the toilet. The toilet (to the best of my knowledge) was not moving. I (sadly) have not been drinking. The well has (probably) not been poisoned.
The flu has hit. Again.
And in this house, like every house, it starts with one person, then nails the rest of us. Only one person has been unscathed this whole winter, and that’s Nora. I may have to clone her. She has the Survival Gene. If a plague hits, she’s your girl and as long as she has Peppa Pig, she’ll be ok with it.
The upside, by the way, in case my pissing and moaning was getting on your nerves, is that my face has begun to be able to move a bit. The downside is that it will only go into a frown. I not only feel like Oscar the Grouch, I look like him too.
The last thing you want is another whiny post about how I (or anyone in this family) feel shit.
Instead I give you this amusing distraction (and you’ll want to click it to view it in its sheer, absolute and total crazy glory):
It was Jeff’s birthday cake (he’s gone back to Sweden now). Layer after layer of chocolate cake, marshmallow icing (that’s the pink stuff, because I could only find pink marshmallows), chocolate icing, cheesecake, chocolate chip cookie, Digestives (graham cracker) and brownie. All covered with more chocolate icing. It was basically a heart attack on a plate.
And there I go again with health shit…
-S.
* Night Nurse is the UK equivalent of NyQuil, only nowhere near as fabulous. Wake up to pee while on NyQuil and there’s a good chance you’ll have to play bumpers as you bounce off each wall to make your way into the bathroom. Wake up to pee while on Night Nurse and, well…like every other pee, really, except there’s a good chance you won’t go back to sleep as you’re so annoyed you don’t have NyQuil.
That cake looks like an object of pagan worship. Fabulous.
Sorry to hear the sickness is back again. The fact that it hasn’t been cold is one of the reasons the viruses are so rampant. You guys need a cold snap to kill that shit. Over here its been back and forth, mild than cold, and that’s just as bad. Wreaks havoc with the immune system.
Cake, mmmmmmmmmmm…………..
If it makes you feel any better, Nyquil has changed it’s original kick ass formula. It has much less than the standard 17% alcohol, and doesn’t give one the best sleep they’ve ever had. :(
DayQuil and Sudafed cause me to talk like Cartman from South Park, so I haven’t dared try the sleepy formulae.
My allergies have been wicked, as well, due to the utterly schizo winter we’re having. Last week, it was in the low 30s. Today it was in the 60s and raining. Tomorrow, I assume frogs will fall from the sky. I missed work this week because, like a responsible person, stayed home to prevent spreading what I thought was conjunctivitis. Which it was, but apparently, the allergic sort. So now I have my inhaler, special eye drops, and an itchy, runny nose. I look like a gigantic dork at all times.
Big N little y BIG F’ING Q! High as a kite and my teeth are green! (Denis Leary was so right.)
Feel better soonest!
I do hope you made that cake before you got sick, because if you can do that under the influence of the flu, I bow before your baking skills and call you master, and can only hope to be half as cool.
I’m sick again too – and I wish none of us was. Hope we all feel better soon.
Sickness NO GOOD. I just came off a community theater acting run, and this last weekend we all had the same cold (share and share alike.) There’s a reason I call cough drops “show candy.”
I shudder to think what an attack of a stomach bug would be like in a cast.
Whoohoo that cake is diabetes waiting to happen! Oh shit! I already got me some of that, ok it’s it’s a sugar high guaranteed to put me in a coma.. But soo sweetly!
May I give you a tea recipe to help you get better sooner? Well since you didn’t say no, here goes.
Press a large clove of garlic into you fav tea mug, squeeze the juice of half a lime in, add boiling hot water and stir in two or more table spoons of raw honey to sweeten.. Repeat several times pwr day for several or more days. Swear to god this works – after all it was garlic that kicked The Black Plague’s ass. You know it’s good shit.
Get well soon.
OH my stinking heck, I had NyQuil once when I was teaching at Summer camp in upstate NY (this one time…at band camp), and OH MY GAWD I was in drug induced haze (in a good way) the whole of the next day. Best sleepytime drugs ever.
Oaky, now all I want is NyQuil. It sounds an improvement on my current nocturnal experiences.
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That’s an impressive cake! It’s so big you’ve got to cut it with a “Friday the 13th” knife. : )