An icky sicky hangover that is, without the benefit of imbibing. I acquired a bug and came down with chills, fever, dizziness and NAUSEA! Hooray for me! This morning my 101.3 fever was gone but my eyeballs still felt like they wanted to pop out of my head. Actually, they still feel like that.
Aside from sleeping on and off during the day while Emma sat next to me playing or watching the Disney channel. My eyes were still achey but I felt better. until about 45 minutes ago. Fever is back, nausea is back, dizziness is back, 24 layers of clothes to stave off the chills... yup, back.
I thought I had kicked a 24 hour bug in about 20 hours because of my recent health kick (soy milk, fruits and nuts, leafy greens) but apparently I was wrong.
The only other explanation TMI ALERT!!!! could be the recent "contraceptive wardrobe malfunction" during a recent conjugal visit with my cell mate. To which I say- I'm getting too old for this sh*t (meaning gestating).
I mean really, I loves my chil'rens, but two is our limit since they both have a double dose of the stubborn, loud and sassy genes. TWO IS GOOD. Last night John and I were talking and I told him I hoped I was sick sick not morning sickness sick, and that I was going to lose it over the smell of the chicken nuggets he was cooking for the girls.
I said, "You better start praying..."
And he said, "What's God going to do? Make us unpregnant?"
So, I'm going public with this because in the bible it says, "Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart" (Ps. 37:4).
Ok, I'll be the first to admit that I haven't exactly been delightful lately. I haven't been to church in ages and though I am a Christian I don't advertise it, not because I am ashamed but because I'm not an example of a GOOD one. ;) Not lately... I need to work on that.
But still, Dear Lord, you know I have my hands full. If you would like me to stay sane with all that I am blessed with, please keep the 'Vich brood to just the four of us if you don't mind.
Kay, thanks. I know, I need to go to church and talk to you more and usually I don't mention You and the words "contraceptive wardrobe malfunction" and sh*t in the same blog post or conversation, but I'm hoping that you are listening with a light heart. And yes I realize that my blog post chock full of complaining and whining has somehow turned into a prayer... but You know how I do.
Oh, Dear Sweet Lord, one more thing... If John happens to read this post from work, please don't let him be mad that I mentioned the "contraceptive wardrobe malfunction". Three times now in one prayer/post.
Your not so "delightful" servant,