I am on day 6 of the flu from the 7th circle of Dante's inferno.
I've had high fevers, major night sweats, chills, aches, pains, congestion and coughing. For 6 days. Fevers? Don't respond to ibuprofen or acetaminophen. Coughing? Has left me with bruised ribs. Attitude: Baaaaaaaad.
And now, on day 6, when this MF-er is going to make me miss my mom's birthday lunch tomorrow, I am seriously pissed off. Enough to use the phrase "pissed off," which is a phrase I really hate.
And I've learned that there's really only one thing I need when I am sick: ME. I need ME. I need someone to do the things I do.
There really oughta be a law against this sort of thing, this mothers-getting-sick thing.
The lesson here, of course, is to listen to my body. Last Friday, I could feel myself getting sick. I completely ignored the signs, and kept up my usual break-neck speed of work, kids, volunteering, cooking, cleaning, etc. for the entire weekend. Hit a brick wall. Again, and again, and again, and again.
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Let me be a warning to you: listen to your body, or your body will make you her bitch.
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