sicker than a dog

I don’t have a brain cell or a lucid thought, but Tracy says she is tired of reading my latest post, which isn’t a post at all. It’s a quick note to Keziah. She doesn’t realize what we’re dealing with here. She thinks I can just feel like crap for six days in a row, jiggle the computer keys and voila! A brilliant piece of literature pops out.

Um, no.

I’ve been coughing since last Tuesday. I’ve been hacking my little brain cells all over the floor. Somehow they just get whip-lashed out of my body and through the science of centrifugal force, come out my nose, eyes, mouth — any orifice, really — and land on the floor. I try to scoop them back up but I don’t have the energy. Plus, they come out with such violent, driving, propelling force that they aren’t that much good anyway — even if I could scoop them back up and figure out a way to get them back into my brain.

I’ve got a couple of odd-sized funnels.

I apologize for being such a sorry piece of work, but I’m going back to bed.

I didn’t want to stay home today. I need to go to work. I need to work 40 hours in the first two-and-a-half days this week. I need to be there right now. But I can hardly stop blasting out chunks of green stuff. They are splashing all over the place, too. So between the two of them spewing out of my skull, it’s pretty unlikely I will make it today.

The plan was to work like crazy the first part of the week. Pack like crazy on Wednesday [and clean the house so that I don’t have to deal with a mess when I return] drive like crazy to get to Green River Lakes first, and then camp like crazy. That’s the easy part. And easily my favorite.

But, now it looks like I am going to sleep today. Oh, wait. I need to go get a strep test around 8 a.m. And then I’ll sleep. I’ve been up since 2 a.m. and only barely slept before that. I plastered my chest and applied a hot rice bag, drank grapefruit seed extract in orange juice, sprayed with Colloidal Silver, sucked zinc lozenges, and rubbed oil on my throbbing temples.

Still sick.

You’d think that that small barrage of remedies would have done something!

Just thought I would explain to my two [sometimes three] faithful readers what’s going on so they can stop worrying. I have no doubt I will still have eleven hundred spam comments on even this pathetic post.

2 thoughts on “sicker than a dog

  1. tracy

    Sleep, sleep, hot shower, sleep, sleep, sleep…+20 drops of GSE every hour and all the other stuff you are doing. I hope it all kicks in soon!

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