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Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Sick
Night before last I knew that I was getting sick, so I got up, took antihistamine, drank a lot of fruit juice, took a vitamin , and went back to bed. Yesterday I felt too punk to do anything much. Bad antihistamine hangover. I went early to bed without taking any meds. Woke up late this A.M. after a terrible night of nightmares...and I had such a vile headache, it was worse than the proverbial sharp stick in the eye. No rest for the wicked; I had to take Susanna to work. Once up and dressed, I decided that no matter how I felt, I was going to do my workout at the Y after dropping Susanna. Did that. Went back to pick her up. Delivered her to her destination. Went straight home and walked Porque. Then I took antihistamine and three Excedrins, put on my flannel night gown, got a fresh bottle of Mountain Dew, and curled up under a quilt in front of the dining room TV. My head hurt so much I felt nauseated. I shut my eyes. After a while I woke up, feeling both hot and cold. My elbows and knees hurt. My head felt cold inside but the skin on my face seemed too hot to touch. I took aspirin. Went back to sleep. Woke up to find the Jerry Springer Show in progress, seemed like an extension of last night's bad dream. Two women fought like lunatics over a short, stupid, fat man who claimed to love neither of them. Then some other feeble-minded soul came out and soon everyone was fighting everyone else. I had no idea what it was all about, but at least it kept me from thinking about my head and my temperature. What temperature you say? I don't know. No thermometer. It just felt like I had a temp. After a while I had to take Porque out again. While out...looking like a freak, my hair wild, wearing my denim duster over the nightgown...I noticed that the construction crew next door at the Jordans is finishing up. I asked the supervisor if tomorrow he'd give me an estimate on doing the gutters and fixing the bad stretch of roof over the laundry in the back of my crazy house. He said he'd check the situation tomorrow...looking at me like, "Goodness gracious, this is one outrageously insane old lady coming outside looking like she does." Not that I cared enough to do anything different. Then after Porque and I got back indoors, Lydia called to say that I don't need to watch Benny during her karate lesson. She feels too punk to do her lesson. Uh-oh. Another one bites the dust! This all started last week with Benny. On Wednesday P.M. he kept saying at karate that he was too tired to participate, and he coughed a lot. Generous little sweetheart that he is, he shared the germs with everyone else. When I heard him a week ago telling Mr. Odom, "I can't, I'm too tired," I thought, "Here we go. Whatever he has, he's going to shake it down and pass it around." So when Lydia called a little while ago to say that she's not going to do her karate lesson tonight, I mentally took inventory. Yes, I do have fresh chicken in the fridge and tomorrow I'd better make chicken soup. When you get as old as I am, nobody makes soup for you. Nope. I'm the local soup source and tomorrow I'll make some for me and whoever else needs a life saved from this miserable germ.
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