I think I’m going to die. Oh yeah, I have to take my children to school. Fine go ahead, wave, I don’t have the strength.
It’s too far to my bed, so I think I’ll die here on the couch. Oh man, I’m going to be late picking up the children. The sun is so bright. Ouch.
I made dinner on those other nights so find something to eat. Husband and Children, please spin that Leftover Wheel of Fun, so I can die in peace. Shoot, I have to sign and review homework.
I’m going to bed, maybe that’s my final resting place. Get this pug out of my bed…I’m hot enough as it is. Oh fever, I hate you.
Okay, I didn’t die, but I don’t like my bathroom much anymore. Early morning choir practice…hurry children, hurry! An hour and a half later, “Son, put your tuba away. You’ll be late for school.” Where’d I put my glasses? Stop looking at me like I just woke up…
I don’t drive well sick. Don’t ask me why I’m driving so slow. Stop honking at me!! Why does life continue when one’s sick. How dare it?! Oh what’s wrong with me… I miss the fetal position.
A note from a friend…”Did you eat chicken from here?”….oh crud. On Saturday I played with raw chicken as I put it in the crock-pot after cleaning the drawer of the refrigerator which had ooie gooie chicky juicy in it… Salmonella?
Is that why there’s cramping. Ugh. I feel sour. I’m usually overly careful of chicken. I fear this sickness will turn me into an overnight OCD hand-washer, as if it wasn’t borderline before this moment. Oh, I feel asleep on the couch again? Did that count as family time?
I miss real food. I found this picture today. There was a time where a rib eye with gorgonzola cheese, potatoes and carrots where part of my life. I long for the days of a cold Shiner and beautiful scenery… Ahh, date night…I remember you.
Oh whether it’s the flu or salmonella poisoning, I’m over it! I have had all I can take. Let me lift the blinds a bit…
I wonder what the rest of today will bring?