The Sickness Makes Another Appearance To Help Me Catch Up On My Much Needed Sleep.

I woke up yesterday with a bad case of the sickness, you know, where everything comes up and nothing goes down. For a couple hours there it seemed like my entire body wanted everything out . . . maybe even an organ or two as well. It started the moment I awoke (finally on my own will) and began to brush my teeth . . . maybe it was the toothpaste or the brush, either way the moment I began to scrub my back molars, the contents of my stomach decided to exit. I got hit with a wave a nausea and fell softly to the floor.

Somewhere between that moment and the following minutes, John was awoken by the noise and fumbled sleepily into the bathroom to find me pale in face lying on the bathroom floor. He saw me and the mess in the sink and quickly acted. Pulling me up and ushering me into the bedroom to change (of course, asking me first if I was going to hurl again) and then medicating me with aspirin and tucking me back into bed. Like a good guy, he even cleaned up the mess. I suppose that when you know your with a good guy, when they're willing to clean up your sickness and then even go to the trouble to supply you with orange juice (even if it doesn't stay down) and take you temperature. I had a slight fever of 100 . . . ah.

The doctor diagnosed me with stomach flu . . . again. I must be susceptible to it . . . Either that or the doctor had no clue and is just pushing his white pad and big words at me to get me to leave. Whichever, today I felt a little better. By 5 o'clock I was able to stomach dinner. I had some Kashi hot cereal with bananas. It was as good as possible.

In the meantime, I've been listening to Neko Case excessively and obsessively since yesterday afternoon. She's who I listened to the last time I was sick. I suppose she has that quality about her that I crave when I'm bed-ridden and weak. I mean, there's nothing better for sickness than that sense of woman empowerment that she radiates. Plus, I had to have somebody that would be folkly enough to wean me of my Neutral Milk Hotel kick. She fits into both requirements.

Well, I am going to nap . . . I think this had finally released that built up tension from lack of sleep . . . because I've slept more in the past two days than I have in the past month. Ah, it feels good.