Ugh....
You just know you are sick beyond belief when your dog has uncontrollable diarrhea in front of you three times, and each time you have to sit and MAKE yourself get up to clean up after him. This sort of feels like sick parent/sick child.
I don't mean to whine (oh sure I do), but I am miserable. My skin feels like hot needles are continually jabbing at it, my entire body aches and I feel like an elephant is doing the charleston on my chest. I haven't felt this sick in a long time (which is good, because apparently I am a pussy, and can only deal with it on occasion). I believe it was after my trip to McAllen, Tx in 2006 (picture it...Mexico...2006). I came home, and shortly was laid low by the worst damn sickness evair....and infected EVERY one of my then coworkers at B Dalton in turn.
Being this sick drives me crazy. I hate hate HATE (with the white hot passion of ten billion flaming suns hate) the feeling of everything basically being numbed down. It makes me feel weakened, which I basically am...I mean hell that's what flue DOES. But then the physical issues lead to the uprising of old emotional pains. I spent half my night last night in the bed running high fever, basically feeling miserable, and sobbing over things from the past that STILL hurt me.Good God almighty it sucks big ones.