Sunday, December 16, 2007

Good Grief

Certainly hasn't been the weekend I expected. We went to see Christine Fellows on Friday at the Music Gallery, and it was a lovely show, as always. I took my needle, and then we went to bed, nothing unusual, right? Until about 4 AM when I woke up and was so very sick that I proceeded to throw up once every forty-five minutes to an hour until about 2 PM the next day.

I'm still not 100% better.

It's been years since I've been that sick. Sure, the occasional cold or lung infection, no biggie, I can handle it, but drop down fever so you can't even leave your bed and feel woozy to the point you can barely stand up barfing up all kinds of gross things in your stomach, well, that's not a way to spend the holiday season.

So, we're quarantined.

Which is okay because it's a snow day. And who doesn't love a snow day? At least today I can read, I couldn't even do that yesterday. I finished Jennifer McMahon's new book Island of Lost Girls (#79), which comes out in May 2008, so I don't want to say too much except I liked it, and it reminded me a lot of Laura Lippman's What the Dead Know.

And now I have to go back to bed.



Melwyk said...

Hope you're feeling better soon. Being that sick is no fun at all.

b*babbler said...

Ooh, I hope you feel better really soon. (And why does it always start in the middle of the night?)

If it is any consolation we had this a couple of weeks ago, and it does pass fairly quickly (literally two days from beginning to end). At my daughter's hospital appointment they had told us this was going around, a bad GI thing. At least you're getting it out of the way before all the Christmas goodies!

Beth said...

Feel better soon. It's a lousy time of year to be sick.

Gallis said...

Oh no! I hope you feel better soon!

Francesca Thomas said...

I do hope you get batter soon. You might need to stay home monday. Those streets are going to be very bad for bicyle riding.

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