You know when…
May 11th, 2010
You know you don’t feel well when…
Yes, I admit it. My child’s nutritional well being took a backseat to my own misery last night as I wrestled with what can only have been food poisoning or an assassination attempt. I doubt I have any enemies that ferocious and I did have a catered lunch meeting so I’m leaning toward the former.
It was one of those illnesses that you can feel rising like a ominous tide. Shortly after lunch, I started to feel a bit “off.” I got twitchier and twitchier and my body started to ache. And by the time I got home from work, I was running a fever and was wildly nauseous. Joy.
And was my beloved daughter full of sympathy and understanding? No she was not. She thought my fever chills were about the funniest thing she’s ever seen.
I took a two hour nap when I got home, only dragging myself out of bed to help make her some dinner and get her in bed. As I was groggily flailing toward consciousness, Josh brought in Miss Mouse to see how I was. She plopped into bed with me for a snuggle. Then I made the mistake of standing up, got hit with a wave of chills, and collapsed back into bed, shaking like I was epileptic and diving under the nearest blanket.
I haven’t heard her laugh that hard in months!
Today I feel much more human. Take that, mysterious food-wielding enemies!