Under the Weather

Sunday I fell asleep reading the paper with the kitteh on my lap. 

I should have known then I was in for a special surprise.  The kind that brings the aches, the chills, the fever . . . the sickness. 

I never fall asleep reading the paper in the den, on the love seat, and stay that way for a few hours. 

Guess I can't say never since it happened Sunday.

Fast forward to Monday.  Headaches. No appetite.  Only want to sleep.  Hurts to swallow. Ears are tender.

I pushed through Monday like a champ and took Dayquil and the ever so handy Nyquil before bed Monday.

At some point in the middle of the night I woke up drenched in sweat.  Not a little.  DRENCHED. 

Yup, quickly made an appointment to see the doctor Tuesday afternoon right after my 7:00 AM conference call. 

At the appointment in the afternoon, as she felt my my nodes and stated the words wow. I knew I was in for a special treat. 

Let's draw some blood to see if you have mono and hey open wide and say ahh so I can stick this swab down your throat and watch you gag in discomfort. 

Good times. 

Really though.  So far so good.  It's not mono.  I go back Friday for another blood draw just to be safe since my white blood cell count was extremely elevated. 

For now I sound horrible, feel worse, have made the kitteh learn patience as she wants to play and any time I lean down for her toy, the room spins and my head pounds.

I'm trying to stay hydrated but gosh darn does it ever hurt to swallow.  No fever but I am alternating between being just right and cold.

Yay me.

It truly is the most wonderful time of the year.

Peace, Love, Laughter, and Happiness.  xOxO Mo

Twas the Days Before Christmas

Last Tuesday I started to get that feeling.

The tightness and sore throat feeling letting me know I am getting sick.

It usually, like 97% of the time, starts in my throat.

I pushed through the day, came home, promptly took some Nyquil, and put myself to bed.

By Wednesday it was game over.

I was down for the count. Mid day the sinuses got in on the action. Everyone I spoke with Wednesday was pretty much feeling very sorry for me and getting off the phone as quickly as possible. Apparently I sounded horrible. I know how horrible I felt.

Luckily through this all I did not have a fever so I knew it wasn't the flu. Thank you baby Jesus.

Nelli, my neti pot, and I became reacquainted very quickly.

So did my couch, one of my blankets and a few of my hoodies. When I am under the weather I like to be in a hoodie and "hide" under the hood and a blanket. For some reason I prefer to be on the couch rather than in the bed when I am fighting off a cold.
That's my sick, whiny, suck it face. I know I am hot stuff. Don't try to tell me differently.

By the time Wednesday night rolled around the sore throat was gone but the stuffiness was at its worst.

Thursday I ventured out to get some of this. A few of my tweeps swore by it. After taking it I am a believer too. It definitely decreased the time the crud was in control of my body.

By Friday I was feeling well enough to talk with all my siblings and have an early dinner with Fiwa and her hubby.

Saturday I ventured out to run a few errands and scored a few deals. I pushed myself a little too much. I thought I was back in prime condition. I was wrong. As a result I was back out for the count Saturday night.

Sunday I pretty much felt 85%; a little run down but well enough to do what needed to be done and take a walk along the boardwalk.

Here's to hoping the crud is a thing of the past. I have an uber busy week in store professionally I need to be on top of my game.

Hope you and yours had a very happy holiday and are well in both spirit and physical health.

Peace and Love Peeps.

Covering My Bases

I arrived home last night and did the "I'm home" routine with the kitty.

Princess feels the need to attack both the suitcase and myself at least once before we kiss and make up.

On my way home from the airport, or from where ever I might be coming back from, I stop at Taco Bell and pick up a chili cheese burrito. She loves the filling and even though she eats only a little bit, it's her treat.

After this is done, we cuddle on the couch. Last night was a tad different as I was feeling crappy.

No couch for us. We promptly went to bed, after I took some Nyquil that is. Today it is all about the Dayquil.

I started to feel kinda crappy yesterday and I am taking no chances, especially since I leave again Monday mid morning.

Here's to covering my bases and to the aid of medicine!

Peace and Love Peeps.

I've Grown Tired

I have grown tired of my bathroom being my new best friend.

Somewhere along the way I either picked up an intestinal bug or have food poisoning.

I started feeling the rumblings upon my arrival home Sunday morning. As the day progressed I was able to control it but as the night wore on it, whatever it is, gained the upper hand.

I won't share too much with you but I will say I have gone through at least 2 rolls of tp. A couple of times I didn't think I was gonna make it down the hallway.

I have experienced nausea and thankfully I have not upchucked once. *knocks on wood*

I have had a headache and a low fever, both of which have passed at this point in time.

With all this going on I obviously didn't jump in the car and head down south but I will be in the morning.

So um, y'all say a prayer and send me a vibe for this to keep passing right on through a'right?

Get it? Pass right on through. Ha, at least I have not lost my sense of humor about the situation.

Peace and Love Peeps.

A Whine, Happy 4th, and a Shout Out

I'd like to believe I don't whine much and for the most part, I have a high tolerance for pain.

With that being said, I'm going to whine and say something has taken me down. And I mean down.

Maybe the picture is giving you a hint. During my yearly physical earlier this week it was time for the ten year shot.

A tetanus shot.

My left arm is sore. I feel run down. Tired. Achy. I've had quite a few headaches. I was nauseous earlier today. It feels like the flu but I know it isn't.

It sucks. Big time. I know getting one is in my best interest but holy heck, I feel like crap.

God bless Princess. She hasn't left my side since last night. I roll over. She's there. I go to the bathroom. She follows. I sit on the couch. She jumps on me. She knows.

I probably won't be near the Internet tomorrow so I wanted to wish you a very happy 4th of July ! I hope you and yours spend it doing what you love and with those you love.

My plans, providing I feel at least 15% better, are to head over to spend the day with T, Snookums, and the extended family.

My shout out goes to none other than Ace. I realized the other day it was 2 years ago on the 4th of July we met for the first time. Time flies and at the same time, it feels like the time we have known one another far exceeds two years.

Thank you for the friendship. I'm sorry the Vegas heat is burning you up. Anytime you want to cool down, come on back for a visit. You know where we are.

When I find the hot pink ones, Coco Crisp Satin is coming to life. No doubt about it!

Peace and Love Peeps. Princess and I are going back to bed.

Love You but Let Me Sleep!

Princess above.

Jasmine below.


Neither one has really left my side, which is normal when I am feeling blue or under the weather.

What is new is the bickering between them to see who gets to lay on my throat as I sleep.

The key word here is S L E E P.

In the midst of growls, hissing, meowing, and boxing not much of the key word has been going on.

I love you babies but for the love of all that is good and right in the world, will you please let me sleep?

I promise there is enough of me to go around for both of you.

And y'all that have been here know putting them out of the bedroom isn't option. Howl and scratch central is more of an issue than what I am dealing with as I try to curl up under the covers and sleep. And sleep. And S L E E P.

Blah

Woke up from my nap with a sore throat yesterday.

The crud has taken up residence in my body.

15 hour work days and going out on school nights will do that to this girl.

The good news? So far it is not strep like last year.

Y'all say prayers and send vibes my way it says that way.

I just want this to be a simple sore throat and stuffy nose.

Peace and Love Peeps. I am going back to bed.

Doc Was Speaking the Truth

That pretty much sums up my existence right about now peeps. Some solid food would be good right about now. Seriously.

Friday night I attempted to eat some bread and a side of mashed taters. Yea. Big mistake.

Yesterday I had some applesauce and a scrambled egg. Big mistake. For dinner, some bread and broth. Big mistake.

I swear I didn't think a stomach could make noises like that on empty.

And I throw this out to all of you, applesauce is made from apples which contain fiber. Is that really what I need right now? For real.

And can the artificial color and sugar in gatorade be good for me too? I know I need the extra stuff to make sure I don't get dehydrated but have you seen some of those colors? Crayon colors. Nothing real about them.

So, in case anyone is wondering, I am still suffering from this crap.

Other than this, nothing much to report in on.

We did miss some excitement last night apparently. See my "husband" and I stayed in. My gang went out and part of the crew last night was none other than Mary Kay Letourneau.

I don't condone what she did and since she lives up here it was bound to happen at some point. My girl K said people left her alone so that's good.

For now, I need to get cracking. Pics to download, some v day cards to possibly make, fam to see later for Sunday dinner. Well, I'll be the one eating the crackers.

Hope things are good in your world. Peace and Love Peeps.

PS: I don't like this new blogger.