Today I have the flu. Earlier this morning my temperature was 102. I feel like crap. Iím a big baby when it comes to being sick. I donít want to do anything by myself, I want everyone to wait on me hand and foot. I want everything brought to me on a satin pillow. Iím never sick, I never get the flu, so I never get a flu shot. I just donít think I ever need one. And now Iím sitting here coughing up mucus, sweating all over myself, and my head is so stuffed up I can barely keep it up. I hate being sick. I hate the feeling when phlegm hits the back of your throat, and it makes you gag. You know what Iím talking about? And when you donít have anything left to vomit up, but you have to puke anyway? So you just kindof lurch over the toilet seat, all doubled up with dry heaves. Itís awful. And trying to sleep, when youíre either too hot or too cold, so I just toss and turn, never actually going to sleep at all. And all my muscles ache because I donít want to get out of bed and actually use any of them. Iím hot, sore, and tired. My throat hurts, my chest hurts, and when I cough I get this rattle going on, sound like an old man on his last legs.
I get no sympathy when Iím sick, though. I still have to do everything by myself. If I want something to drink, I have to get it myself. If I want something to eat, I have to get it myself. Nobody feels bad for me. I donít get anything on a satin pillow. And I want it, dammit. I want to be waited on like a prince, a fat, sweaty, hacking and wheezing prince, but a prince nonetheless. Is this too much to ask? I donít think so. I think itís perfectly reasonable. Someone needs to fan me, and feed me grapes. I need sympathy, dang it.
Okay, so basically Iím a big wuss. I donít do well when Iím sick. I just wanna curl up in bed and die. I donít want to do anything, talk to anyone, I donít even want to watch tv. I do, however, want to cry and complain. I want to make everyone around me feel just as bad as I do. Because Iím a wuss. I donít suffer silently. I want everyone else to suffer with me. Ugh, Iíve gone through almost a whole box of kleenex already. I hope I get over this soon. Until then, Iím just gonna let everyone know exactly how bad I feel.
may the horse of Caligula drop one in your senate building.
Posted 29 November 2003 - 02:36 AM
QUOTE (Nancy @ Nov 28 2003, 10:20 PM)
By the way? You're not a wuss, you're a .......... dare I say it? (male) .... Ya just can't help it.
You dared to say it Miss Nancy!! All men are babies when they get sick?? O contraire!!!! What about men who take up the traditional role of the woman?
settle down Moe! You are being too sensitive. You big baby!
Oi! Moe's inner woman always gets the last word.
Hope you feel better Snuff! But are you sure you wanna be fed grapes? Can you keep them down? Heres what I do when I'm sick. Im always the last one sick and I am expected to function. 800 mg ibuprofen. Ice cold orange gatorade. At night double dose of nyquil. Nyquil makes being sick fun.
You know Nancy - I was thinking the same thing when I read his post!! You go girl. But I do have to say that my hunny has those same qualities that Moe was expressing. Such a loving figure and even though he's all male, he has those qualities of a Nurturing Mommy when I get sick. Of-course I'm the same way to him so it's a 100% to 100%. But no other relationship has been like that for me. Can we say I'm LUCKY??
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.