Thursday
Aug092012
7 Unrelated Things In a List Brought On By the Flu
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I'm suffering from what can only be described as a body migraine over the last two days, so, while what I really want to write about are why lamentations about the the death of the supposed heart of blogging are misplaced and the inherent bigotry behind some people's desire for gender segregation at female dominated blogging conferences, I can't, because the first few parts of this sentence have already stripped out the few coherent word combinations I can handle right now.
Oh noes.
But fear not, reader. I will not go gentle into that good night. I am fighting this beast with mass quantities of ibuprofen and water and kitten cuddles and oh who am I kidding? I just threw up in an old popcorn bowl.
Really, I'm just asking for sympathy here. I staved this thing off all through the BlogHer '12 conference, and this is the price I have to pay for my troubles.
[From that last sentence to the one after this aside, insert TWO HOURS of writhing in pain, the loss of 24 hours worth of food and water, bloating up like I was nine months pregnant, and crying about the stabbing pains in my head. Oh, the joys!]
I am still refusing to go gently with this damn flu, but all I have the gumption for is a list, so here goes:
Good night!
Oh noes.
But fear not, reader. I will not go gentle into that good night. I am fighting this beast with mass quantities of ibuprofen and water and kitten cuddles and oh who am I kidding? I just threw up in an old popcorn bowl.
Really, I'm just asking for sympathy here. I staved this thing off all through the BlogHer '12 conference, and this is the price I have to pay for my troubles.
[From that last sentence to the one after this aside, insert TWO HOURS of writhing in pain, the loss of 24 hours worth of food and water, bloating up like I was nine months pregnant, and crying about the stabbing pains in my head. Oh, the joys!]
I am still refusing to go gently with this damn flu, but all I have the gumption for is a list, so here goes:
- I went to BlogHer '12, and, although I know BlogHer recaps are your very favourite of things, all I can tell you right now is that it was fast and fulfilling and exhausting and bountiful and it gave me the flu.
- Lula's new trick is to peel all the bandaids off my feet with her teeth while I succumb to fevered dreams about Bret Michaels' burial at sea. She's disgusting.
- We delivered our letter of offer on a home we really want to be ours, which I don't need to tell you, because you can pretty much assume that if we are going to go through the work of delivering a letter of offer on a home, we probably actually want it.
- I feel much better about that carrot cake cookie sandwich filled with cream cheese icing that I didn't eat earlier, because that would have made all the throwing up I'm doing even sadder than it already is.
- Tomorrow afternoon, I have to make myself look like I'm not half-dead with the flu so that the bank will give us money. The bank loves self-employed ladies who look all wilty, right?
- This point's just a thank you for reading this. You're sweet.
- I'm listening to the Palinode crunch on Triscuits right now, and everytime I think about punching him, I just say "I love you" instead. This is my number one piece of marriage advice.
Good night!
Reader Comments (15)
I call Palinode "Sweet Baby".
You and your popcorn bucket, oh dear. Feel better soon! And good luck with the bank. You are totally money.
Hope you feel better soon. Best of luck on the bank meeting and getting the condo. Mind over flu and errant stomach matter. Also, I love #7.
Ugh. Sorry to hear about the sick...body migraine is great description though. ;). Good luck with the bank and not looking wilty. Fingers crossed everything goes smoothly for you!
Every time I think about punching him, I just say "I love you" instead. This is my number one piece of marriage advice.
And good advice it is to both parties.
Hi Schmutzie! Just wanted to let you know I blogged about you today over at http://dazedandcreative.blogspot.com/2012/08/laughter-is-best-medicine.html
Kim
Oddly, our popcorn bowl is the go-to barf receptacle, too.
Feel better.
Colloidal Silver. I know, most people think of it as turning your skin blue for no benefit, but with kids that barf at every opportunity I'm willing to try just about anything.... taken at the first sign of tummy trouble and followed a few hours later by bentonite clay or charcoal (to suck up everything it kills off) and a good sleep and you'll be better by morning! A tsp of apple cider vinegar eases the cramps and um, stuff that tends to happen at the other end. Yes, I embrace the label of neurotic germophobe. I wear it with pride! Feel better soon!
Feel better and lots of luck on the home ownership thing!
A flu after BlogHer is better than a flu at BlogHer. Feel better.
No t-shirts that said "I went to BlogHer 12 and all I got was this stupid flu"?
Feel better soon!
I do not have the flu, but I have a painful sore throat. Yay air travel and conferences jammed with people and germs.
Good luck on the house!
It really is good advice. I remember having similar punching thoughts with Chris (once when he wrecked his scooter and again when he got cancer). I really want more of this idea of gender segregation at blogging conferences.
Also... I really want you to get better.
Oh god i think i just had what you had, over here in Australia, i get migraines & that is how my body felt too!! Glad you're better & good luck with the house, love Posie
That truly IS the best marriage advice I've ever gotten. Thank you - I so needed that, as my true love is sitting two feet from me eating cherries and spitting out the pits into a ceramic bowl. All I hear is slurp, chew, pah-tow!, and CLINK! Over. And over. And over. "I love you" is so much nicer and less soul-crushing than the other mantra I was repeating in my head. Sorry about your flu! Hope you feel better soon, sweetie!