I was sick as a dog yesterday.
I truly do not know what was inside me. Doug was out of town for a few hours and I got sick with a headache, throwing up and the shakes- violent shakes to the point I thought I was about to have a seizure of some kind.
Doug and I had eaten the same thing the night before so I don’t think it was food poisoning or we’d both been sick. Besides that usually hits right after a meal, not the next morning.
Anyway, I don’t know what it was; but it was bad.
When Doug returned he found me in bed with all the covers pulled over my head and the TV off; and on top of that I had on my Mickey Mouse sleep shirt.
I’ve had it since Brett was born. That’s 30 years.
After hundreds of washes the cotton has become so soft it almost feels like silk and is damn near translucent.
Mickey has all the sex appeal of orthopedic shoes; so when Doug came home and found me wearing Mickey and in bed with the covers pulled up over my head and the TV off he knew I was really sick. Mickey is the clothing equivalent of comfort food.
Most of the food here is spicy; so in an attempt to be considerate Doug brought me some bland food in case I wanted to try to eat.
Garlic hummus- which I usually adore; but somehow yesterday, not so much.
So for much of yesterday I just laid about, not getting much done.
Last night, Amanda brought over a plethora of remedies and loomed over me to make sure I took them as directed. She’s a good daughter for sure.
So I laid down again with an ice bag on my head and watched a movie I hadn’t seen in over 30 years- Rosemary’s Baby.
And just like the first time long ago it was scary; but not in the in your face scary gross like the scary movies today.
This is different- no blood and guts but scary indeed.
I don’t watch scary movies as much as I used to. They tend to give me bad dreams me now. After Rosemary’s Baby I watched an episode of Sweet Genius as a mental palate cleanser.
And speaking of scary, watch this prank a friend sent me on You Tube.
I thought that prank was great.
Evelyn not so much; which in this case meant not at all. She said she woulda been furious in fact; and said if I ever did such a thing to her she’d question our friendship
She was not kidding.
What are you scared of; and what is your clothing equivalent of comfort food?
The good news that I woke up feeling great. After I said so Doug suggested we celebrate my miraculous recovery; not that’s that anything new. However since we leave in a few hours for a big show I told Dr. Doug to put away his miracle medicine and focus back on work.
Have a fabulous weekend kiddos.