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November 17, 2001

Sick as a dawg

I can't believe how sick I am. No, not mentally twisted...I believe that part. I mean physically ill. I have the same flu that kicked Tracy's butt this past week. We've had it before. I remember having this same flu the week we moved from VA to FL. Tracy was so sick, she could barely pack. Then I got it on the day we were leaving. I was so ill, that we had to stay an extra night in VA because I couldn't drive.

It's a nasty one. The worst part is that you taste the infection in the back of your throat. Ewwww. It's gross. And it lasts for a week to ten days. Then you start feeling better. You lose your voice for about a day. You cough so hard that it causes your back, sides and stomach to ache. Hey, at least with Tracy getting it a few days before me, I'm getting maximum sympathy from her. I've also got all the drugs at my disposal. Good thing I went and got everything I could for her flu. Now I have a selection.

Luckily I don't get sick very often. Tracy can't handle it. I guess she's so used to seeing me as strong and invulnerable. Whenever I get sick, get hurt, get a rash, etc... she goes into the deepest of denials. It must be hypochondria. It HAS to be. Lori can't be sick. If Lori can be sick, what could happen to us mere mortals? This time I got lucky. I have the same exact symptoms that she had...with about a 2 day delay. This time she could accept that I was sick. It was easier - she already knew this flu and had the exact cure for it. She's already defeated this one - and could defeat it again. I know I'll get better soon, but I'll miss the sympathy. I don't often get her sympathy...guess it's something I should be thankful for...

Posted by BlueWolf on November 17, 2001 03:56 PM