Sick. Just sick.

I woke up this morning feeling like a sandblaster had been taken to my lungs.  I knew it was coming; when I was out Christmas Caroling with some friends, some of the kids (I'd say around four and five years old) were coughing all over my neck.  I knew I was a gonner at that point and that it was just a matter of time.

I've done nothing but sit around all day long today.  I tried to get into drawing and reading, but I just couldn't get there.  The only thing I've eaten today is ibuprofen, tylenol, zicam, and a chicken salad (and a good one, at that).  I can handle the scratchy throat and slight cough, it's the fever I'm trying to avoid.  Whenever I get a fever, no matter how slight, I feel like I'm going to die.

I've heard that is because of a genetic disorder called "being a man," but I don't know how true that is.  What I do know is that it is times like this that I wish I could just lay in bed and be babied for once in my life.  That hasn't happened since I was a kid.  But I digress...

I'm getting this blog up early because I'm just feeling worse.  Now is when I really need my Guest Blogs going -- I could post one from someone else instead of from me.  In time, I guess.  If you're interested, contact me and let me know.  It may be a few days before I get back to anyone, especially if I get sicker.

I'm going to attempt to get some "real food" down in my gut, and hopefully it will stay -- not that I've been feeling nauseous I guess, I just don't feel like eating; I've got no appetite at this point in time.  I'm due for ibuprofen (Advil) now, and I will be for acetaminophen (Tylenol) shortly, though I hate taking the later due to how hard it is on the liver.  My poor liver has already had enough abuse.  Zicam will follow in about an hour or so.

Okay, that's all for this terribly boring chapter.  If I get to feeling any better, I'm going to go hit a meeting this evening.  Otherwise, I'll lay down early and hopefully fall right to sleep.

Namasté