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Dear Body, Buck Up.

18th January 2013
Some of my drugs.

Some of my drugs.

I didn’t make it to my personal training session on Wednesday.  I’d spent the night before with a throwing up bug, which won over my throwing up phobia at least six times.

At about 4 in the morning, I thought it’d be a stellar idea to sleep in the bathroom. Instead, I went back to bed and spooned with Freddy The Fuck It Bucket. Named after what I yelled out right before I spewed into it. It gave me some control back. Or something.

I’ve spent the last two days sipping energy drinks on the couch, not watching Dexter or anything to do with food.

And now, the stomach bug has moved up into my face. So yeah, it’s been an interesting week here at Casa Penguino.

And Sarge has been wonderful throughout the whole thing. Take last night for example.

At about 3 o’clock, I was sitting up in bed attempting to dislodge some snot and I had misplaced my tissues. I might have nudged/pulled at Sarge’s beard, saying only, ’tissues, now, where?’ He found them half-way down the bed and might have thrown them at my face. I didn’t understand that he wanted to go back to sleep, I thought he wanted to stay up with me singing ‘Thank You For Being A Friend‘. In a round. At 3 in the morning. The cold was making me delirious. And nostalgic. Apparently. Happy belated birthday, Betty White.

Today, I’m feeling slightly better. Although I don’t know if these dispatches from the couch make any sense. Well, I know what I’m saying. Maybe.

I missed a call from my Dad because I fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon. When I called him back, I tried to explain that I actually felt better than I might sound. ‘Well that’s good,’ he said, ‘because you sound pretty bad.’

I’ve used this new-found burst of energy to dance around my living room, while waiting for medicinal Indian food. I think I’m going to need more tissues. But hopefully not Freddy The Fuck It Bucket.



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  • Reply Marjory 18th January 2013 at 10:10 pm

    Honey – its called the flu. Welcome to the fold. Seriously, I hope you’re feeling better, but take it easy. Lots of fluids, if you can keep them down. XOXO

    • Reply LKD 19th January 2013 at 2:00 pm

      If this was the actual flu, I don’t think I’d be awake long enough to write about it.

  • Reply urbannight 18th January 2013 at 10:43 pm

    Thank goodness I’m not the only one who wants Indain food when sick. I also had the flu this week. Today was the first day back to work. Only my tummy wasn’t bothering my. My body hurt so bad I couldn’t get comfortable. I was also exhausted down to my bones. It just went right through my entire body. And my bowels were not happy.

    The Flu Sucks!

    Okay, Yelling about it has ended. Get better soon.

    • Reply LKD 19th January 2013 at 2:14 pm

      Glad you’re feeling better, too!

  • Reply Madame Weebles 18th January 2013 at 11:13 pm

    Indian food is good for what ails. I hope you feel better soon, Lorna!

  • Reply becomingcliche 19th January 2013 at 1:08 am

    I do hope you’re feeling better soon! The right Indian food will clear those sinuses right out!

  • Reply Naomi Baltuck 19th January 2013 at 2:23 am

    Feel better soon!

  • Reply Maddie Cochere 19th January 2013 at 5:31 am

    I must speak up. I know I don’t very often, but I simply don’ t want to push your Like button when you are sick. I truly hope you get to feeling better soon. Your humor has not succumbed, I see. 😉

  • Reply timethief 20th January 2013 at 1:41 am

    It’s weird clicking the like button on a post like this one but wth? Thankfully, it sounds like you are over the worst part of a nasty flu. Get well soon.

  • Reply Patrick Huff 22nd January 2013 at 5:03 am

    Indian food? I am so trying this next time.

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