Me: I am so sick.
G: You've got the flu.
Me: No, I don't think so. I'm just throwing up, etc*. And that's gotten better. I think this is like a stomach flu.
G: Well, that's the flu, isn't it?
Me: No, if you have the flu you have a fever, and it lasts a week. I already feel better than I did this morning.
G: Mmmm. OK.
Me: I do have body aches, though. My hip is killing me.
Both of us: TOXIC SYNOVITIS!
Me: Naw, I can walk on it. I took some Aleve and that helped.
G: Throwing up, body aches? I think you have the flu.
Me: Naw, I don't have a fever. I bet I'm better by tomorrow.
A few hours later, I sit here, more or less upright, not throwing up (or otherwise purging my body of every possible ounce of liquid, if you know what I mean). But now I have a fever. I hate it when he's right.
*If you know what I mean.
Monday, March 03, 2008
From the Sick Bay
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4 comments:
ooo.... yikes and double yikes*
Feel better. That Toxic Synovitis is a killer.
Sorry you're not feeling well and hope it doesn't spread because you will be the one cleaning up the mess. Keep pushing the fluids and rest when you can.
YM
I love your understatement. What you've got is the very definition of hellish misery. I do hope you take this rare opportunity to take it easy - milk it!
Take care, pal.
Are you still sickly or have you beaten the germ infestation?
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