sick Archives - Page 2 of 3

So my husband got sick early last week. And since I'm such a polite Canadian I did the only proper thing to do and joined him in his misery.

NOT

We're polite but not masochists. (Please realize that I can only speak for myself and my Pug, Zoe. It is normal that I speak for my Pug right?)

Despite my very best efforts trying to avoid his flu by;

throwing his food at him from the hallway,

communicating with him through my Hazmat suit,

photo source

making him sleep on the single bed in the guest room with plastic covering the entire room Dexter style,

photo source

Don't worry…I let him sleep on top of the plastic covered bed, not on the floor. I'm not cruel.

telling him to go to the bathroom outside or go to the neighbour's, (what? it's not that cold outside)

having a constant IV drip of hand santizer attached to my sleeve and using it so often that my hands now look like Madonna's. Actually maybe my hands looked like that already. (Silently weeping.)

photo source

it happened anyhow.

I know!

It only took me 4 days to catch this super flu.

Somehow looking back it feels like I could have tried harder ya know?

My body is very astute to the fact that I'm crazy a bit competitive and get bored easily so just to make it interesting it decided it would up the ante and add a few extras to the basic brutal flu;

a massive Fibromyalgia flare,

a migraine,

cramps,

sinusitis

and a little bit of asthma thrown in, just for good measure.

Now trying to juggle the right meds really keeps my fogged up fish brain guessing,

"Did I take one of those?

Maybe I should take another.

I don't remember.

Yeah yeah, I took one. In fact I think I took two.

Ummm…then why are you still coughing like a lifetime smoker and sounding like Kathleen Turner with one lung removed? (Not the sexy Kathleen Turner obvs. The one that sounds like the 80 year old trucker from Californication)

Take another one!

Do I dare???

It might shut down my kidneys!

This goes on and on and on until I'm completely physically exhausted (about 3 seconds later) and I have to lay down and try to forget all about it, close my eyes and try to sleep a bit.

Then 20 seconds later I open them and think, "Crap…I feel horrible, I can't sleep! Did I take my meds?"

Seriously though…

I'm letting you know I may be off my game a bit for a few more days. I had a couple of posts planned already but as far as checking all of your cool blogs I might be a bit absent.

Don't worry though.

Cause I still love you.

And I know that you would all notice right away if I hadn't been to visit your blog in a day or two and immediately

call the Ontario Police hot tips line,

call the Mounted Police horse tips line,

call Carrie Mathison on her private CIA line,

start a Facebook memorial page for me,

declare a worldwide state of emergency

call Olivia Pope.

image source

(She knows how to dress and can fix anything…except her own life.)

I'm fully aware that I'm essential to the well being of your blogs and your state of mental health and without me and my witty comments life just doesn't seem

fair,

real,

anything like the dreams you had last night after overdosing on extra spicey cheese covered nachos and what was left of that bottle of merlot,

what your guidance councellor told you it would be like,

your sixth birthday party

image source

And if this seems

random,

weird,

sarcastic

crazy

totally normal

I'm blaming it on the

two,

four,

eight,

twenty-five pills

and half bottle of cabernet I *think* I've ingested today.

Kidding!

I would never drink wine with pills.

I save the Grey Goose for the pills.

This message will self destruct when I take down my blog.

First off thank you for all your kind thoughts and comments. Please accept a big hug from my heart!

It is good to be missed and know that I am not just writing to a large anonymous void here in the blogosphere.

It has been a bit of a struggle this past week since my ER visit. I will admit that I have been depressed about the whole thing. Although I have had fibromyalgia for many years and a very bad back since my early 20's I have always been able to bounce back and not really feel like I've lost total control of my body.

This time it has been different.

This is the first time I've ever cancelled a trip due to illness. The Dr. I saw this week told me not to plan any trips.

I've taken planes before with 3 hot packs strapped to my back and a fist full of pain meds. I've spent hours on the floor in my hotel room trying to ease the pressure on my herniated disc. I've even "shuffled" with Robert's help to my favourite hiking spot on the BC coast while my back was in full muscle spasm.

In the past I refused to let my back or my fibromyalgia ever stop me from travelling.

In case you didn't notice already I can be kind of stubborn.

I'm trying to remain upbeat about not needing to cancel the other 2 trips we had planned this summer. One was to Alberta for a large family reunion in a few weeks and the other was to NYC. We have tried to reschedule our France trip for Sept.

I do have an appointment with a specialist next week and hope that I will have a plan of action and better idea as to the diagnosis, prognosis and any possible surgeries.

In the meantime I am trying to get back to a more "normal" life. My girlfriend and I even got together and ran yesterday which really did make me feel a bit better. Thanks Hazel!

I am very thankful for the support network of family and friends that I have. I really do appreciate you.

I don't know how on earth to segway this into an outfit post, but that's what it is, since I'm trying to get back to some of my normal activities now.

I bought this dress at a consignment store. It is the brand Maeve, often sold through Anthropologie. I seem to have a homing device on me that will locate any Anthropologie brands in any consignment store I go into.