Alone in the skin sack.

[blythechild]

Whatever I thought that I had, illness wise, I was wrong: I am sick in a way that baffles me. My cold has abated to a lung-rattling cough, but now I'm constantly dizzy and nauseous. Yesterday, I told, not asked, H. that I was leaving work early as I couldn't keep the world from spinning. I made it almost all the way home before I passed out on the

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[draycevixen]

I'm sorry that you're still down sick with the ick. Hope that man of yours makes it home soon to rub your feet and make you soup... or something like that.

Be well,
DV

[blythechild]

Thanks, Drayce.
The hubby's no good at feet rubbing, but I sure do miss his cooking...

[draycevixen]

OMG, you poor woman! Get that man enrolled in a good foot rubbing/back rubbing school STAT! IF you send him to an expensive enough school they'll teach him to stay on your *back* *cough*

[blythechild]

Not sure that you can school a monkey to do anything... anyway, it's my lot in this marriage to have the magic, soothing hands and his to cook really tasty things and get me fat on them :)

[minouette]

Eek. I feel bad that I even thought you could come by and feed my cat. I had not read LJ in a couple of days and assumed you would have kicked your flu bug to the curb.

Cooking is what men are for (certainly, one of their most important usages).

I really don't think you are frail (I mean generally speaking).