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…
The enthusasm level of your journal has reached an all-time high. I am currently purchasing a one-way ticket for Asia, in the most distant region I can physically inhabit before commercial space travel becomes mainstream. By doing this I intend to remain aloof and indifferent, without any possibility of infection or creative inspiration.
So you’ll be heading up the Asian chapter of the “vomit through my urethra” fanclub, eh?
😉
Nah, but China will be wiped out by streptococcus by the end of the year…
Glad you’re better. I had sympathy heart burn during your near death experience.
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.
I love the phrase “vomiting through my urethra.” 😛
But yes, sometimes all the person wants is for someone to be there. Being alone and miserable is many, many times worse. ^_^
Glad to hear you’re feeling better, but that image in the second-to-last sentence makes me think Zeus had it easy when it came to birthing children. 😀 And I’d probably rate it more like ‘trying to pass your GI tract through your urethra’ myself, even if it’s just slightly less physically possible than the vomiting part. 😀
For my 24-hour flu to compare in magnitude to her passing entire CHILDREN, I’d have to be vomiting through my urethra.
You…didn’t just compare your kids to vomit, did you?