Blogging About Being Sick

Promptly after Black Friday, like on Saturday, while helping my friend move (and I use the term "helping" loosely! lol), I started coming down with something, feeling sicker and sicker as the day progressed.

Fear not faithful blog followers, the flu do not I have, for it was the bringing down of a bad, bad, stupid, strong and idiotic cold that struck me down, down, down a road I'd rather not have traveled.

Just between you and me, I am such a baby when I'm sick. I think things like, "Poor me!" and I feel so bad for myself when I'm sick; it's a pity party of one, for sure!

When I lived with my mom and would get sick I used to say things to her like (I can't believe I'm admitting this to you), "Mom, you're poor, poor baby...," insert groaning and moaning here. The point: I'm a big baby... when I'm sick.

As I've matured, obviously, I keep the whining and complaining to myself...except for that one phone call to my mom to let her know how rotten I feel! Lol

My mom would take really good care of my when I was sick. So would my grandma when we lived with them. They put up with my ridiculous requests to have butter spread over every available square centimeter on the sourdough toast they were serving me that couldn't be burnt, but had to be a nice golden brown. They made sure that the magic chicken noodle soup was stocked in the pantry and that Sprite was on hand a plenty.

So, nowadays when I get sick, I get a little anxiety...I get anxiety that Dave won't take care of me as good as my mom did! Much to my utter and total relief, when he woke up from his nap on Sunday and realized how sick I was, with out me even having to ask, he made the trek to Wal-Mart and returned with all of the necessities to relieve my suffering:

Sourdough bread
Chicken Noodle Soup
Baked Lays (they're better than saltine crackers when you're sick, I promise!)
Sierra Mist
Tylenol

I was going to live!

He even brought home one of those rotisserie chickens that is already cooked so he would have dinner for himself for the next few nights. Ahhh, a man who has the foresight to take care of all his hunger desires. You see, in my house, people never go hungry. I make sure that there is always delicious and wonderful food cooked a plenty. No one is used to fending for themselves in my house, for I'm such a goddess in the kitchen!

The fever has left, I've woken up and sanity has now been restored.

I have fun pics for you that I'll post this weekend. It's hard to do good blogs when you're head is full of phlegm and mucus!

Just a few more things before I depart:

I love that Dave put up with and answered me seriously when I asked him, "Dave, my mom always gave me Chicken Noodle Soup when I was sick because she said there was magic in it to help you get better...do you think if I eat the rotisserie chicken instead of chicken noodle soup I'll be missing out on the magic and not get better?" He only chuckled and reassured me that the rotisserie chicken probably has magic in it too. (In my defense, my Martha Stewart sister-in-law cooberated that chicken noodle soup has magical tendencies, so HA!)

My girlfriend is coming down with a cold, too. We commiserated together and wondered, when did we get to the age that a cold knocks us on our arses? When, also, did we get to the age where the winter time change knocks us on our arses as well and we feel like we shouldn't be out of the house after 7pm because 7pm is actually late?

We're only 28; but, ahhh the joys of aging!