Yesterday I was invited to a birthday party for an 8 year old girl. I wasn’t feeling 100%, but figured I could put in appearance. And since I’d really don’t have much in common with 8 year girls, I brought paper. The first time someone mention valentines and hearts, I got out the stack of red paper I had and asked if anyone wanted to make paper hearts. The response was enthusiastic and we had most of the kids and several adults carefully following my instructions. In no time, we had a table covered in hearts. I had some veggies and cake – skipping the pizza (should have been a warning sign as to how bad off I really was), and then headed home.
Where I went directly to bed. The mild headache I got at the party ramped way up into a full on migraine. I was sensitive to light, ached all over, and got some massive chills – even though I was sweating under the covers.
At one point, Thunder(cat) hopped up on the bed and began to ardently lick my head.
Now for those of you that believe that pets can sense when their owners are sick and try to help care for them, let’s assume that Thunder knew I had a headache and was trying to make me feel better.
For the more skeptical, I’m guessing it was the only exposed area of me and I was too weak to fend him off – and he just likes licking things. Or he figured I was going to die and decided to get an early start on eating me.
Anyway, lets assume that he really did care about me and was trying to make me feel better.
I drank a lot of water and only got out of bed to pee. I did text Jim and asked him to bring me a chocolate shake. He did, I had a little of it, and it was enough to set me over the edge and make me throw up.
Now, if throwing up was an olympic sport I would not have gotten the gold. But, silver? Yep, I would have gotten the silver. Or at least bronze if the judges took away points for form.
I spit up a little blood when I was done – yeah, it was that bad – and the headache was finally broken. I sat on the bathroom floor and literally wept with relief. I drank more water and was finally able to go to sleep.
I got up around 9 today with a mild headache, a sore throat (hmmm… wonder how that happened?) and a frankly horrible taste in my mouth. I was also a little dizzy and apparently dehydrated – even with all the water I had. I had some fruit, did some laundry, and just pretty much loafed today with video games and cartoons. The horrible taste hasn’t gone away, but it’s far better than the visit from Captain Tripps I had yesterday. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to die, but if an angry newborn goddess of wisdom had chiseled her way out of my forehead, I wouldn’t have been surprised.
Hmmm… well, I guess I’m doing better. Managed to work a Stephen King reference and some Greek mythology into that last paragraph. Guess I’m on the mend.
Time to check on the laundry and maybe take a nap.