Thanks everyone...you guys are great!I really missed everyone's great attitude around here. I think I will always come back here, no matter what.
We're going to hold you to that!
I Have Better Things To Do Than Be On The SKMB.
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We're going to hold you to that!
Evil Queen
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Apparently that's how they say "hello" in Ohio....and I thought WE were weird down here....lol
...better than sniffin' yer butt like a dog idn't it???....
Good evening/morning!
May all be well or on the mend.
Sorry I have not been logging in much. *Blush*
Thank you all for your posts and replies. >>hugs<<
This is an e-mail I sent out Thursday :
Tuesday my appetite was off. No big deal. I'd had a lot of post nasal drip and figured that's why my tummy was upset and my throat was sore and scratchy. I picked John up from the training and we were home by 8:45p.m. I was tired and crashed by 9-9:15.
Wednesday at about 3/4am I was up and making full use of the toilet. I was dizzy, nauseous
and my head hurt so badly I was wondering if I would have a nanosecond to see my own brains before I died when my head exploded .
I tried to make John some breakfast tacos and his coffee but the smell and sight of the food was enough to have me run to the bathroom, throw up my toenails and have such a case of vertigo if I had fallen down I probably would have missed the floor and landed on the side of the bathroom where I would slowly slide down the wall and onto the floor where I would then curl into the fetal position and pray that death would come quickly.
I got a bottle of cold water and my wastebasket and went back to bed. John woke up and he was wondering where I was he came looking for me. He took one look at me (from the doorway) and said, "Dudette, you're sick." When he was leaving to school he stood at the doorway and said "bye", told me to call him if I needed him and that he wasn't coming anywhere near me and my nasty, cootie self. Bummer. I figured I had a stomach bug. I rolled over and went to sleep. Lo, around 10/11am I woke up freaking freezing my azz off shaking and shivering. Yet, I was damp with a fine sheen of sweat. That's not good. I turned up the heat and crawled under a mound of blankets. Then...I was throwing off the covers and turning off the heat and turning on the ceiling fan. Then...I turned up the heat and got under the covers trying to prevent hypothermia. Then...I was throwing off the covers and taking my sweat damp clothes off in an effort to not spontaneously combust. ( Repeat, for the next 12 hours.) I slept between freezing and dying of heat.
Have mercy, I had no idea how many commercials for food are advertised during the day. While doing the under the covers/off with the covers dance I would look at tv through swollen, red, watery eyes and see images of ...food. Pisghetti, burgers, pizza, chicken wings, buffets etc. which would immediately trigger a reflex to grab my trashcan and see if I could actually throw up that nickel I swallowed in the third grade.
I slept.
John came home. I'm not sure what time. I woke up when he was poking me with one of his drum sticks. He wanted to see if I was still alive. He tossed me a cold bottle of water and went to his room. I rolled over and went back to sleep. (Oh! I figured out a happy medium. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-back and fixed my three blankets one over the other carefully-all three covers put together weigh about fifteen pounds. Ha! When I was freezing I would get under 15 pounds of blankets. When I was on fire I would throw off the covers and I would lie there half naked.)
I slept.
My body aches. My head hurts. I don't have enough liquids to poop or puke although my body insists I try every 30 minutes or so. I think my fever broke but I'm gonna lie here for the next six hours or so and see what happens. I'm soooo tired and sleepy. I'm one big throbbing, purging, headachy human being.
I should probably make a sign and put it outside my bedroom. "If I die, seal off the bedroom and burn it down. Save yourselves!"
So, how are you?
Ha!
Retrovirus. Not a good thing.
SKMB members and friends...tonight I had a few moments when I wanted to play and feel good. Thank you for providing me this opportunity.
Always,
Sig
Peace.
May all be well or on the mend.
Sorry I have not been logging in much. *Blush*
Thank you all for your posts and replies. >>hugs<<
This is an e-mail I sent out Thursday :
Tuesday my appetite was off. No big deal. I'd had a lot of post nasal drip and figured that's why my tummy was upset and my throat was sore and scratchy. I picked John up from the training and we were home by 8:45p.m. I was tired and crashed by 9-9:15.
Wednesday at about 3/4am I was up and making full use of the toilet. I was dizzy, nauseous
I tried to make John some breakfast tacos and his coffee but the smell and sight of the food was enough to have me run to the bathroom, throw up my toenails and have such a case of vertigo if I had fallen down I probably would have missed the floor and landed on the side of the bathroom where I would slowly slide down the wall and onto the floor where I would then curl into the fetal position and pray that death would come quickly.
I got a bottle of cold water and my wastebasket and went back to bed. John woke up and he was wondering where I was he came looking for me. He took one look at me (from the doorway) and said, "Dudette, you're sick." When he was leaving to school he stood at the doorway and said "bye", told me to call him if I needed him and that he wasn't coming anywhere near me and my nasty, cootie self. Bummer. I figured I had a stomach bug. I rolled over and went to sleep. Lo, around 10/11am I woke up freaking freezing my azz off shaking and shivering. Yet, I was damp with a fine sheen of sweat. That's not good. I turned up the heat and crawled under a mound of blankets. Then...I was throwing off the covers and turning off the heat and turning on the ceiling fan. Then...I turned up the heat and got under the covers trying to prevent hypothermia. Then...I was throwing off the covers and taking my sweat damp clothes off in an effort to not spontaneously combust. ( Repeat, for the next 12 hours.) I slept between freezing and dying of heat.
Have mercy, I had no idea how many commercials for food are advertised during the day. While doing the under the covers/off with the covers dance I would look at tv through swollen, red, watery eyes and see images of ...food. Pisghetti, burgers, pizza, chicken wings, buffets etc. which would immediately trigger a reflex to grab my trashcan and see if I could actually throw up that nickel I swallowed in the third grade.
I slept.
John came home. I'm not sure what time. I woke up when he was poking me with one of his drum sticks. He wanted to see if I was still alive. He tossed me a cold bottle of water and went to his room. I rolled over and went back to sleep. (Oh! I figured out a happy medium. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-back and fixed my three blankets one over the other carefully-all three covers put together weigh about fifteen pounds. Ha! When I was freezing I would get under 15 pounds of blankets. When I was on fire I would throw off the covers and I would lie there half naked.)
I slept.
My body aches. My head hurts. I don't have enough liquids to poop or puke although my body insists I try every 30 minutes or so. I think my fever broke but I'm gonna lie here for the next six hours or so and see what happens. I'm soooo tired and sleepy. I'm one big throbbing, purging, headachy human being.
I should probably make a sign and put it outside my bedroom. "If I die, seal off the bedroom and burn it down. Save yourselves!"
So, how are you?
Ha!
Retrovirus. Not a good thing.
SKMB members and friends...tonight I had a few moments when I wanted to play and feel good. Thank you for providing me this opportunity.
Always,
Sig
Peace.
Oh no (((Siggy))), that's horrible! I'm so sorry you've been unwell and I'm glad you're on the mend now.
((((Siggy))))). That sounds God awful. But I have to say you wrote it down so well. Am I bad for enjoying reading that!!
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
You need a good nurse - I will send Annie Wilkes over with some hot soup ASAP - take care of yourself @Sigmund!Good evening/morning!
May all be well or on the mend.
Sorry I have not been logging in much. *Blush*
Thank you all for your posts and replies. >>hugs<<
This is an e-mail I sent out Thursday :
Tuesday my appetite was off. No big deal. I'd had a lot of post nasal drip and figured that's why my tummy was upset and my throat was sore and scratchy. I picked John up from the training and we were home by 8:45p.m. I was tired and crashed by 9-9:15.
Wednesday at about 3/4am I was up and making full use of the toilet. I was dizzy, nauseousand my head hurt so badly I was wondering if I would have a nanosecond to see my own brains before I died when my head exploded .
I tried to make John some breakfast tacos and his coffee but the smell and sight of the food was enough to have me run to the bathroom, throw up my toenails and have such a case of vertigo if I had fallen down I probably would have missed the floor and landed on the side of the bathroom where I would slowly slide down the wall and onto the floor where I would then curl into the fetal position and pray that death would come quickly.
I got a bottle of cold water and my wastebasket and went back to bed. John woke up and he was wondering where I was he came looking for me. He took one look at me (from the doorway) and said, "Dudette, you're sick." When he was leaving to school he stood at the doorway and said "bye", told me to call him if I needed him and that he wasn't coming anywhere near me and my nasty, cootie self. Bummer. I figured I had a stomach bug. I rolled over and went to sleep. Lo, around 10/11am I woke up freaking freezing my azz off shaking and shivering. Yet, I was damp with a fine sheen of sweat. That's not good. I turned up the heat and crawled under a mound of blankets. Then...I was throwing off the covers and turning off the heat and turning on the ceiling fan. Then...I turned up the heat and got under the covers trying to prevent hypothermia. Then...I was throwing off the covers and taking my sweat damp clothes off in an effort to not spontaneously combust. ( Repeat, for the next 12 hours.) I slept between freezing and dying of heat.
Have mercy, I had no idea how many commercials for food are advertised during the day. While doing the under the covers/off with the covers dance I would look at tv through swollen, red, watery eyes and see images of ...food. Pisghetti, burgers, pizza, chicken wings, buffets etc. which would immediately trigger a reflex to grab my trashcan and see if I could actually throw up that nickel I swallowed in the third grade.
I slept.
John came home. I'm not sure what time. I woke up when he was poking me with one of his drum sticks. He wanted to see if I was still alive. He tossed me a cold bottle of water and went to his room. I rolled over and went back to sleep. (Oh! I figured out a happy medium. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-back and fixed my three blankets one over the other carefully-all three covers put together weigh about fifteen pounds. Ha! When I was freezing I would get under 15 pounds of blankets. When I was on fire I would throw off the covers and I would lie there half naked.)
I slept.
My body aches. My head hurts. I don't have enough liquids to poop or puke although my body insists I try every 30 minutes or so. I think my fever broke but I'm gonna lie here for the next six hours or so and see what happens. I'm soooo tired and sleepy. I'm one big throbbing, purging, headachy human being.
I should probably make a sign and put it outside my bedroom. "If I die, seal off the bedroom and burn it down. Save yourselves!"
So, how are you?
Ha!
Retrovirus. Not a good thing.
SKMB members and friends...tonight I had a few moments when I wanted to play and feel good. Thank you for providing me this opportunity.
Always,
Sig
Peace.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
RatchedOr how about Nurse Cratchett?
Get better Sig. Drink lots of fluids and rest.
....Bob Cratchett's sister, and Tiny Tim's aunt...Or how about Nurse Cratchett?
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Just another cousin of Annie Wilkes (twice removed!)
Oh no @Sigmund - hope you're better soon! The dreaded 7 - 10 rotavirus is a mean one!
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
I think a rotachicken would be much nicer!
I don't even know what a rotavirus is, but I have heard of the hantavirus which you can get from mice
Yummy!I think a rotachicken would be much nicer!
I don't even know what a rotavirus is, but I have heard of the hantavirus which you can get from mice
Rotavirus is a stomach virus - it has a distinct smell to it (doesn't that make you want to
. Lasts for a long time and comes with the added bonus of fever, chills and body aches. Utterly miserable.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Oh gee - thanks for the information - I will go look it up (all kidding aside)Yummy!
Rotavirus is a stomach virus - it has a distinct smell to it (doesn't that make you want to
Definately what I am know as at work when taking the smokers out for their breaks .... If you don't keep them on task they will have you outside all day while they smoke ....
Siggie stay away from the nasty germs ...
Siggie stay away from the nasty germs ...