They say I've got a disease

So this is total ass-ville. I’ve been feeling lousy pretty much since breathing the dusty air of the DECC over New Years. Then I’d feel better, then I’d be sick again — on a two week revolving schedule. One time I went to bed on Sunday and didn’t get out until Wednesday at some point — missed work for a week.

Well those symptoms hit me like a wall again two days ago, so this time I went to the doctor. After 3 hours of waiting and one hour of testing (blood samples, chest x-ray), he told me I have influenza flu and prescribed me with the heavy hitters. The pharmacist said, “Boy, you must really be sick to have all this!” Then I think she formed a cross with two fingers and slowly backed away.

So now I’m on drugs, not really feeling better, but at least the cough is suppressed a bit. I’m so tired and worn out, that I can’t even keep me head up to watch movies.

:( :( :(

Viruses and Snot

It’s that time of year again. Little kids go to hang out with other little kids and bring home a schoolyard version of Ebola or the Nimda virus.

Mira’s been out all weekend. Her cough sounds like a cross between a phlegm-launcher and someone sucking on their athsma respirator. Poor thing. She gets 20 hours a day of Nickelodeon because the coughing keeps her awake.

Then Bob came down with it, so we canceled our Sunday brunch plans.

Now I’ve got the shit. Damn-it-all-anyway. Effin’ viral infection that you can’t do a damn thing about. Nasty, creepy, snot producing, booger infested nose-swamp. Eight boxes of Kleenex a day, Dayquil, no energy or brain power and worst of all — no beer. :( Being sick sucks and a sinus infection is worse. So back to bed for all of us.

(How did Jen avoid the plague?)

Revenge of the Creeping Crud

Donkey burgers and everything else taste like ass when you’re beset with whatever evil demon has made its home in our guts this weekend. Jen and I have been the victims of what I suspect to be ebola, but Jen is inclined to think is just the flu. At least Mira is in the clear — for now.

When you’ve been puking and pooping (read spraying) clear liquid for 8 hours straight, it’s amazing where all the gunk comes from. Then the onset of sore joints and limbs from dehydration, (Jen’s assessment again — I was surmising scurvy.) “We need electrolytes,” she says. So many gatorades later, I still feel like shit. The lack of caffeine in my routine is giving me headaches that only vicodin is countering. Good thing we’ve got cable and tons o’ movies to occupy time. Between the hourly naps, anyway.