Picture your worst hangover (minus the puking of your organs)… now put on a bra made of lead, a DDD…. finally imagine that you are slowly being poisoned to death. That is how I feel today. Actually, how I’ve felt for about a week. Been twice to the doctor. Blood tests: fine. Chest X-ray: fine. Mono test: fine
I felt so bad that I had to have my friend Deidre come and watch my kids for a couple of hours so I could sleep today. Now that is a great friend. Ultimately, the Dr. told me to “Rest, drink fluids and take it easy.” Seriously? I’m sure I mentioned the fact that I have 4 kids under the age of 7.
So I’ve put some thought to this as well as received a second opinion from Dr. Google. Here are my thoughts….
* There is no way Coy is poisoning me. He’d have to wait at least a good 5 more years before that, a babysitter for 4 kids is really expensive.
* Since I can’t chase after the kids, I was considering buying some of those electric shock collars. With a remote I can use from the couch.
* Being sick is a blessing in disguise. I have no appetite and you all know what that means. Woot! Woot! I’m for sure going to drop a few pounds. Too bad I’m not puking also. I never get the good illnesses.
Ok, well that is it for now. I can’t make dinner, fold laundry, or do dishes for my family, but I can blog when I’m sick. Hmmm, that’s not going to score me any sympathy points at the home front. See what an addict I’ve become? Truth be told, I feel like big shit. Were talking buffalo sized. But blogging about it today is the one thing that has made me smile. On the inside.