Sunday, January 18, 2009


Yes, I'm STILL sick.  It's a full week since my first day of feeling ill.  I did go to work Wednesday through Friday, but that was too much too soon.  I got worse.  I'm a mucusoid mess.

I haven't left my house in 2 days.   Although my sinuses are clearing up, the sickness hasn't gone.  It moved down.  I woke up in the night feeling like an overweight cat was sitting on my chest, a feeling I'm familiar with from much past experience - not from illness, but from my actual overweight cat who used to sneak onto me while I was sleeping.

Last night there was no cat.  Just a batch of horrible gunk that I had the pleasure of couging up in the morning.  Yucko.

On and off, I'm running a low fever.  My "normal" body temperature is around one degree below the average of 98.6 F.   When the thermometer says 98.7, that's more than one degree above my normal, therefore, fever.  

So what have I been doing with my bleary, sniffly, hacking, alternating-between-sweats-and-shivers self?  Watching the idiot box, of course.  This week I learned that weekday daytime TV is much more interesting than weekend daytime TV.  On Saturday all there was on was basically news, infomercials, and a couple of boring movies.  

I watched Thirteen Days, a drama about the Cuban missile crisis of 1962.  Running time: three hours.  The whole first hour was a bunch of guys in grey suits and skinny ties yelling at each other: We have to send in air strikes!  No, musn't!  Yes, we must!  Etc.  Finally things got moving into the second hour.  If you rent that movie, save yourself some time.  Watch the first ten minutes to get the characters' names, then fastforward to 2:00:00.  You won't miss anything.

I also watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, which has its charming moments, but what the heck kind of a plot arc is that?  I'll tell you right now: it isn't.  I lost interest shortly after they landed in Bolivia.  

Coincidentally, there was a passing mention of Bolivia in the third movie of the day, which was The Score, with Robert De Niro and Edward Norton.  That was the best movie of the three.  

Running out of steam now.  *sigh*  Better go get horizontal again...  


Warped Mind of Ron said...

Hey! you shouldn't be getting horizontal while your that sick!!! Oh.... you meant sleeping. Hee hee, sorry I misunderstood. Carry on.

Nicole said...

Hope you get well soon!

LL Cool Joe said...

May you be snot free very soon!

Anonymous said...

I disagree with Ron, I'm no doctor, but maybe a good horizontalling is what you need. The hormones created by a body during horizontalling might shake up your system and flush out all the sick.

Anonymous said...

Get well soon!

mex (aka Syb)..CONTACT ME via EMAIL at this address: said...

here's some web tylenol----&&&**(($%##

There. It works.

Hope yr bettah sooooon

Warped Mind of Ron said...

Hmmmmm.... Whatigotsofar may have a point LOL. Just remember to drink a lot of water.

SoMi's Nilsa said...

At what point do you deem it time to see a doctor? I usually give myself a week of feeling and then go to see someone who knows better than I!

Hope you feel better soon.

Sparkling Red said...

Ron: You thought I meant the Horizontal Rhumba? I meant the Horizontal Coma.

Nicole: I am! It's one day later and I feel 80% better.

LL Cool Joe: Thank you! My immune system is gaining ground. The snot is in full retreat.

Whatigotsofar: I don't think there's a man on the planet who could have maintained a vertical with me 24 hours ago. Unless he had a mucus fetish. Although considering all the weird fetishes out there, it's possible that there is such a man. I hope I never meet him.

Unsigned: Keep the good wishes coming! They're working! :-)

Syb: Awesome. And it's very easy on my stomach.

Ron: Not to worry. I am very well hydrated. See also my reply to WIGSF, above. I'm glad to report that the torrent of phlegm has eased considerably. Speaking of fetishes, how about a chapped nose fetish? Or a fleece pants and bootie-slipper fetish? If such fetishes exist, I am hotter than hot today.

Nilsa: I was actually just at my limit last night, and then this morning I turned the corner. If I hadn't felt better today, I definitely would have gone to see a doctor. 1 week is a reasonable limit. :-)

Karen said...

Seriously. How fun is half hour of hacking up green/brown tuna salad from your lungs? I have been doing it for a week. I just love it.

Sorry for the visual.

Warped Mind of Ron said...

fleece pants and bootie-slipper's Rawrrrr.... that makes me Randy baby. LOL

Sparkling Red said...

Karen: Green/brown tuna salad? ROFLMAO Dear Lord, woman, get thee to a physician! You are way sick! I'm weak as a child, but at least the guck I've been horking out is only a mild yellow. And not at all chunky. Sheesh! Forget about me - I'm fine - I hope YOU feel better soon!!

Ron: Oh baby... What am I wearing today? TWO sexy pairs of socks layered, drawstring pants, and a fleece pullover with tissues in the pockets! Just picture me batting my swollen eyelids at you. Yeah, just like that. I know that's how you like it. Nice n' germy. Mwah mwah!

Aurora said...

TWO pairs of socks layered? I am impressed. That is serious.

I am waiting for someone to Bring Sexy Back to the world's socks. Some day soon. They deserve it.