Ahhh, to be back in the world of the living. Sorry ladies, but I’ve been sick, sick and more sick. I should have known something like this was going to happen after reading Mimi’s post about getting sick after eating Popeye’s.
I seem to be jinxed around my birthday by getting sick. This year it was Popeye’s. Like I said I should have accepted the warning from Mimi’s post. Instead, I was tempted to have a piece of chicken on Tuesday thinking that there’s no way I can get sick. That and I could not be rude, it was brought over by my Mom.
After one bite, I felt like lead had been dropped in my stomach. One bite is all I had.
It started Wednesday afternoon when I felt like my world was crashing down and the illness began. By Thursday I was down for the count have been down since. It wasn’t the constant nausea and trips to the bathroom that did me in–it was the migraine that I got out of the blue!
It didn’t matter it was night or day, I’ve had a migraine for 5 days now. The only thing that will help me fall asleep is having an ice pack to the back of my neck. But you know how it’s like to be sick with a kid in the house–right?
I’m resting, finally getting my private drum lessons in my head quieted down a bit. Feeling sleeping and cozy and just when I amble to reach the last threads of wakefulness and head into slumber, Zee comes up to me and starts to sing me a song (loudly) to help me feel better. Aww cute right…
Luckily for me I have the care of my Mom who Zee loved to have around and on the weekend, Mr. C was on full duty. Which reminds me, he said I was very needy. I don’t think I was worse than a man with cold. I just stayed off my feet the whole time for fear the room will spin and the drumming will start again. Needy in deed.
Hmm, I digress.
So yup my birthday was Sunday and I am officially 30. Yay! What a way to start the decade. I’m not all down though. For part of my birthday present I got the okay to go on a shopping spree.
So you know what that means–not buying a shirt and not hiding it at the back of the closet to only pull it out a month or two later and say “This old’ thing, I had this for a while.”
Not saying that I EVER did that.