I’m feeling a lot better today. Sure, part of that is the double-dose of ibuprofen I took around noon to put a cork on the muscle pain, but hey, I’m moving around on my own.
I’m wearing my BOOTS!
So… I’m going to Fuddruckers in a couple of hours. I know it’s super-short notice, but if any of you reading this journal don’t also read the Schlocktroops community, here’s your heads-up: 5:30pm, Dublin Fuddruckers (2mi east of the 580/680 interchange). Details are in the Schlocktroops LJ Community.
The human body really is an amazing thing. Yesterday I was half-sure I was going to die. Today I feel good enough that I can’t believe how bad it was yesterday, and keep questioning my memory. “Was it REALLY that bad, you big faker? Look at you, walking around, and typing, and wearing your boots and stuff.”
Sandra told me that she didn’t feel like she was doing all that much for me, and couldn’t understand why I wanted her to be there with me. Then she read my LJ post with all the TMI in it, and realized “this is probably what it was like for Howard when I was in labor.”
Yeah, right. For my 24-hour flu to compare in magnitude to her passing entire CHILDREN, I’d have to be vomiting through my urethra. But yeah, being with Sandra during labor and delivery, I didn’t feel like I was doing all that much at the time, even though to her it was incredibly important.
Should there be a TMI warning on this post? Eh. Let’s just click the “Update Journal” button…