I don’t think it’s H1N1.  I think it’s N1out1.  There seems to be something either going in or coming out of every conceivable place on my body.  My head isn’t congested anymore.  My chest is tighter than a nun’s cootch.  I have had either the chills or the sweats since Sunday.  My throat is no longer sore from being a sore throat.  Now it is sore from being constantly shredded from coughing.  I sat up for a little while today.  I was on the toilet at the time.

My non vag. daughter was sick last week.  She managed to go to work everyday.  She sort of sounded like I sound, but she worked out, went to work, and took care of a 2 year old.  I kind of hate her.

Sorry if that was shouting.  My ears are full of fluid and so is my brain.  There is so much roaring going on in there that I can’t hear myself think and thus tend to shout my typing.  Please forgive me.  As if all the flu crap wasn’t enough I am emotionally dehydrated as well.  I have nothing of value to give to those around me, and unfortunately said things I didn’t mean to my daughter this afternoon.  Things I can’t take back and for which she will never forgive me.  It is good that she knows I love her.  At least that may temper some of my words (I’m afraid not though).

I called the doctor’s office on Monday and he called some things in for me.  Boppy picked them up for me Monday afternoon.  However, I know that if this crap is viral nothing will help but time.  Speaking of Boppy, he has been harder to find than a bone in a puppy kennel.  He breezes in with a quick, “can I get you anything?”  Then practically runs out the door before he hears my response.  Which is a very deep Kathleen Turner versions of “Doe Danks”.  I think my daughter made a very delicious roasted vegetable soup for dinner last night.  I got hints of salt from the rich gravy looking broth, and sweet from the roasted onions.  Boppy said it was excellent and he is kind of picky.  Our daughter really didn’t comment much one way or the other, but then again she was the cook.  Food never tastes as good when you cook it yourself.  Or when you can’t taste it.

I have gotten caught up on some excellent television.  Please, like there is such a thing in the daytime.   We record our night time programs so I can watch them with a clear head.  We ordered a movie once.  I’m not sure of the day.  I fell asleep before it had more than begun.  I was ordered to bed, and I went slowly up the stairs.  I woke up at some point in the night with my face glued to my pillow.  I like to believe it was Hall’s cough drops slobber and not snot that held me there.  Hall’s juice is bad enough. 

Anyway, just wanted to let you know why I hadn’t been blogging lately.  I’ll report back when I feel better.  If you haven’t heard from me in a week or so, watch for vultures.

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