My kids finally managed to give me the crud that’s been going around. It’s a deadly combo of sore throat, losing your voice, and spending LOTS of time in the bathroom… nuff said?
They think it’s funny that I have no voice, and hence take advantage of that. "What’s that, you DIDN’T say I could pack the car with 12 friends and go spin cookies in the icy parking lot"? "Funny, I didn’t HEAR you say, no!" You get the idea.
Yesterday, I dragged my sorry butt out of bed, and made it to the sofa. I could at least kind of see what was going on from there. I fell asleep, and had such weird dreams. Twisted, demented dreams. I woke up to find one of the kids had turned on the TV, and then left. What was playing? It was, "A Very Brady Christmas". THAT was why I was having those dreams. I tried to get someone’s attention to come turn the channel… I couldn’t find the remote, and yes, I admit it, I was too sick, and to damn lazy to get up, cross the room and do it myself. The result, no one heard me or came, and I like the seasoned masochist that I have become, layed there and watched, while being appalled and sickened at the same time. I passed the time, like a prisoner unjustly sent to solitary, plotting revenge. Sick twisted ways I could do away with each and everyone of those ‘Brady’s’. What can I say, it helped me pass the time. When it was over something equally vacuous came on, so, like a dying man in the desert, I drug myself across the floor, slowly and with a shaking hand reached up and manually turned the channel!!! There was nothing good on any of the other stations, so, I turned it back…. after all what’s the fun of laying there sick if you have nothing to complain about??? BIG HUGSSS (and a germy cough) dontcha just love me? Steph