That's how I feel this fine day. Not (on fine day). No, relax, friends, I was NOT not by a truck.
Yesterday was okay. I pretty much maintained throughout the
day. I kept busy running errands and taking a friend's friend to
her doctor appointment. Then more errands for the three of us.
While I was gone my son called over and over (my phone on vibrate and I
didn't notice at first). He was freaking out, thinking his sister
was supposed to be home off the bus by 3. It is good to know he
cares. He left a voicemail: "MOM, CALL ME BACK!" All is
well, of course. She gets off the bus about 3:50.
I was so glad to be home last night. I did a few things but never
sat down to watch CSI season premiere. I think it was on last
night. I'll catch it another time.
R was over and that conversation, as all of the others we have had
recently, went south. Such is life. And that's all I got to
say about that.
An hour after I fell asleep last night I awoke to Mt. Vesuvius in my
stomach. Thankfully the old girl didn't erupt, but that one went
south too. Literally. I popped some Imodium and went back
to bed, trying to ignore the loud rumbling coming from under the sheets.
I awoke this morning feeling as though a truck had ran over me and, I guess, my bed some time in the night. Lucky me.
I don't think it's my nerves this time. Just the nasty flu, hopefully a 24 hour bug, or less.
I passed on coffee heavy with creamer and sugar and a bowl of cereal
with milk for plain tea and a multigrain English muffin. At least
there is something in my stomach now, and I should go take my meds
after this post.
Funny. It just popped into my head. Being 40, oops, 41, is
when you start going down the hill, I guess. But, never fear, I
am trying to dig my heels in to slow the process.
My friend called this morning and was able to get other transportation
for her friend to be picked up from dialysis. I think it's a bad
idea for me to get around anyone today. Thankfully, this is a
virus you can't get from your computer.
Tee hee. I made a funny.
Gee, I hope I'm not hallucinating. Lol. I don't do that.
I hear my bed calling. I must heed the call or perish. (Not really!)
Until later all. Good morning, what is left of it. And
check out the new pics in my photo gallery. I got brave, snapped
a few, and posted them. That would be me!
Debbie
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