Stomach flu or food poisoning or both. I’m not really sure which. The fever and the cold sweats might indicate flu, but I’ve had that before with food poisoning.
And you know what? Fuck the environment and give me the cottonelle.
Sparky was gone all day yesterday and while he was away I was sad because I wanted someone to care for me. Then he came home and cared for me and all I wanted was to be alone because even his heartbeat was too loud for my pounding head.
He got me juice, but took too long, like three whole minutes. He made me soup, but gave it to me in too big of a bowl with too big of a spoon. I mean, really, how long do we have to be married before he realizes that I like little spoons for almost every spoon requirement and little bowls are best with the stomach flu so that you only have a few sips. More than a few sips can be deadly. Exorcist deadly. And I wanted toast, honey toast, but it had to be made a certain way with the toast from the freezer and just the right amount of soyola, but from the uncontaminated (meaning no crumbs of any nature from previous use) side of the container with a three-second honey application that is then spread all over the toast as close to the corners as possible with in a one minute period because then the toast cools down and the honey doesn’t have a chance to melt into all the crevices. And trying to explain this when you are sweating from every pore and skin touching skin hurts is impossible so you just need your partner to KNOW but even if they KNOW, it will never be perfect so its just easier not to eat or drink or even talk because talking is too loud.
I’m a nightmare when I’m sick. Give your condolences to Sparky who has had enough sense to get lost today too.
And now after all that I’m getting dizzy from all the small letters.
The whole purpose of this post was to wish J a Happy Birthday. Sweetheart, I missed it yesterday because I could not actually get up, but I thought of you occassionally when my head clearned for a moment.
So go wish him a good new birth year.
I’m heading back to bed to watch the 6th season of Gilmore Girls for the 35th time. I need a new series.