Could Be Work Induced Vomiting...

But probably not.

Most likely my stomach has not agreed with my dinner and has decided to stage a protest.

Either way, I am sick.  Well, actually, today I am better than yesterday when I couldn't get out of bed for anything but the bathroom.  And I thought I had escaped the dreaded "stomach flu" thing that's been going around.

Today I have no energy, so sorry, no pictures either.  Uses up too many muscle movements.

My stomach has taken everything I've given it today and for an hour after it has to gurgle and burble like maybe, just maaaaaaybe it doesn't really want it.

I keep getting these weird spurts of energy, like my body is saying "Hey, I'm feeling better! It's a beautiful spring day and there's lots of stuff to do!  Why are we laying around on the couch?!  Don't you know there's laundry to do?  Do you know what will happen if we don't vacuum the whole house?"  (see Killer Vacuum Cleaner)

Yeah, and then I get up and start moving, and my stomach says things like, "Hey, hey! Hoooold up there!  We're still thinking about digesting that banana.  If you don't believe me, listen to these menacing burbles!"  Then menacing rumbles start at my midsection and I decide that watching 'Lottery Loosers' on TLC is much better than moving.

All in all, it's been a pretty unproductive day....except for this blog post.....and a little farmville.


Remember, it's just a ride.
 

Sick people everywhere...

Ok, so Husband has been sick for the past three days with this horrible stomach thing going around where I live.   So this means that he did not go back to work in Denver on Tuesday and leave me in quiet bliss this week.

Instead, I have been sleeping on the couch all week, trying not to get the dreaded stomach bug.  This after having to take care of and visit people who have it for my work, dodge my future son in law who had it, as well as avoid both my daughters who have gotten it.

I have been agile and stealthy in my maneuvers not to get this thing because it is awful.  So, I have been sleeping on the couch all week.

My couch is not terribly comfortable.  But it was going fine until I woke up to my cell phone alarm, and turned into a one person Keystone Kops routine.

First, one of my dogs has been sleeping next to the couch between the couch and coffee table. 
Have I mentioned my dog is black?

So I jump up off the couch and immediately trip over the dog and go sprawling, in the dark, across the living room floor.  Good thing we have carpet for maximum rug burn.

Then, I go up to our bedroom in the dark to go to the bathroom, and our slanty ceiling gets in the way of my head.  Blue and black are my favorite colors....

Then my hand decided that it's going to throw makeup all over the sink....

Maybe tomorrow will be a better morning, after all, Husband is no longer sick, just tv monopolizing, and so I can sleep in my own bed again.

As long as I don't wake up with the stomach thing....



Remember, it's just a ride.

 This was originally posted March 24, 2011 on LiveJournal