To Good Health
I have had the Flu for the past four days. I have spent most of the time in bed. Saturday night I thought my knee and hip hurt and finally understood the expression "A catch in my get along". A phrase I've heard mostly from people over sixty and once on Little House on the Prairie. After I got home from 610 Mag. I had to accept the fact I was ill all over not just in my 'get along'.
Sunday began and ended in bed. Me and both dogs. Shug and I are hosting Baxter for a few weeks while his daddy is working out of town. Baxter hales from Chicago and while he's here I have to keep my eye on his daddy's convertible too. It's a package deal. I did enjoy the top down on Saturday before I got sick. Remarkable the weather in Louisville, top down and sunny Saturday only to have snow on it Monday. Perfect weather to have the Flu.
This Flu was all about mussel aches and joint pain. It hurt to move my eyes. At one point, my hair hurt. It was like every hang-over I've ever had put together. The fever hallucinations/dreams would be more entertaining if they didn't make you feel crazy on top of sick. One image I remember was of me and a kite. Only, I had to fly this kite for some huge reason. And the dogs had tracked mud into Barkley's car all while my parents stop by with a zucchini cake. That flurry of brain activity paused when I said out loud "Mom!" as if she was in the kitchen making soup. That would have been lovely if it had been reality, but as it was it made me feel crazy. "Maybe I'm not sick just crazy, so crazy I think I'm sick". I opened my eyes and saw both dogs looking at me. They both had laid as close as possible, one on each side, their bodies on top of the covers keeping me warm but, also subtlely creating a straight jacket from 500 thread count bed linen.
The fever also made me weak. It took both hands to get a cup of tea in the microwave. And, it hurt to do it. I'd have to guess but I'd bet that is how the body feels after liposuction. Only not from scalp to toe. I don't think they do a total body shop-vac lipo. That’s how this felt. It even took me by surprise. As if I was walking down the street and thought "A facial would be nice" and suddenly I was hooked up to a jet engine powered, shop- vac liposuction cart at the mall. Bam! No warning. Suddenly, there I was, hurting all over, dizzy and talking to people that are not there.
The dogs took good care of me and pretended to enjoy watching TV and sleeping for two and a half days. It was all my achy body could do to walk from the bed to the back door to let them out. I'd fed the three of us and we'd all get back in bed. They seemed to know I was sick. And where happy to stay in bed with their chins rested on my aching shoulders or with a paw on my knee. It made me feel better. That makes me wonder what else they can do. Maybe they can finish the tile in the bathroom.
Pomegranate juice is my new favorite antioxidant. Mixed with sparkling water it makes a great beverage, sick or not. and it has more antioxidants than red wine. I was shocked too; there is something better for you than red wine. At about four dollars a pint for pomegranate juice, wine might be cheaper. Just not fun when you’re sick. I plan to make a cocktail with pomegranate juice once I'm well again. And drink a toast to dogs going to medical school and good health.
To reward my care givers I drove them to the park tonight after work. They got to run and sniff new things. I let them be dogs again, not the magic, healing creatures my fever said them to be. Just in case, I'll leave the 'How to tile a bathroom' book near the dog toys while I'm at work.
To good health,
Leland
Sunday began and ended in bed. Me and both dogs. Shug and I are hosting Baxter for a few weeks while his daddy is working out of town. Baxter hales from Chicago and while he's here I have to keep my eye on his daddy's convertible too. It's a package deal. I did enjoy the top down on Saturday before I got sick. Remarkable the weather in Louisville, top down and sunny Saturday only to have snow on it Monday. Perfect weather to have the Flu.
This Flu was all about mussel aches and joint pain. It hurt to move my eyes. At one point, my hair hurt. It was like every hang-over I've ever had put together. The fever hallucinations/dreams would be more entertaining if they didn't make you feel crazy on top of sick. One image I remember was of me and a kite. Only, I had to fly this kite for some huge reason. And the dogs had tracked mud into Barkley's car all while my parents stop by with a zucchini cake. That flurry of brain activity paused when I said out loud "Mom!" as if she was in the kitchen making soup. That would have been lovely if it had been reality, but as it was it made me feel crazy. "Maybe I'm not sick just crazy, so crazy I think I'm sick". I opened my eyes and saw both dogs looking at me. They both had laid as close as possible, one on each side, their bodies on top of the covers keeping me warm but, also subtlely creating a straight jacket from 500 thread count bed linen.
The fever also made me weak. It took both hands to get a cup of tea in the microwave. And, it hurt to do it. I'd have to guess but I'd bet that is how the body feels after liposuction. Only not from scalp to toe. I don't think they do a total body shop-vac lipo. That’s how this felt. It even took me by surprise. As if I was walking down the street and thought "A facial would be nice" and suddenly I was hooked up to a jet engine powered, shop- vac liposuction cart at the mall. Bam! No warning. Suddenly, there I was, hurting all over, dizzy and talking to people that are not there.
The dogs took good care of me and pretended to enjoy watching TV and sleeping for two and a half days. It was all my achy body could do to walk from the bed to the back door to let them out. I'd fed the three of us and we'd all get back in bed. They seemed to know I was sick. And where happy to stay in bed with their chins rested on my aching shoulders or with a paw on my knee. It made me feel better. That makes me wonder what else they can do. Maybe they can finish the tile in the bathroom.
Pomegranate juice is my new favorite antioxidant. Mixed with sparkling water it makes a great beverage, sick or not. and it has more antioxidants than red wine. I was shocked too; there is something better for you than red wine. At about four dollars a pint for pomegranate juice, wine might be cheaper. Just not fun when you’re sick. I plan to make a cocktail with pomegranate juice once I'm well again. And drink a toast to dogs going to medical school and good health.
To reward my care givers I drove them to the park tonight after work. They got to run and sniff new things. I let them be dogs again, not the magic, healing creatures my fever said them to be. Just in case, I'll leave the 'How to tile a bathroom' book near the dog toys while I'm at work.
To good health,
Leland
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