Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Day 276: Misery, Day 2

I am somewhat healed, in that I'm no longer a head-to-toe compilation of aches (I couldn't even stand the feel of the sheet on my legs last night, which was fine when I was burning with fever but not so great when I was shaking with chills), and my stretches off the toilet are getting longer, but I still can't really "retain" food, I'm still feverish, and nothing sounds good to eat or drink, which wouldn't be that big a deal except that I have a massive headache from lack of coffee (and, likely, lack of food). Chicken broth has been my salvation; I've had two cans so far today, and it seems like they're staying with me. Everything else — plain toast, Saltines — vamoose!

It is just so gross. I cannot comprehend how people do the laxative-abuse thing. I would SO much rather throw up.

I just made the kids an easy supper — grilled cheese, tomato soup, and Caesar salad — and suddenly the salad sounded delicious to me, so that's what I'm eating now: romaine, Parmesan cheese, fresh-squeezed lemon juice, and Paul Newman dressing. I can't imagine this will go well, but it is heavenly to be eating something that I actually want to eat.

Well, we'll see.

I've lost a great deal of weight, but I can't tell you how much I don't care right now. I am sick of being sick!!!

And I'm so behind in real life . . . I can't think about that either.

Man, I am gobbling this salad. I hope this is a good sign.

Tomorrow will be better. Or else.

—Lady C


Want to guess how well the salad worked out?

Yeah, I thought not.

OK. Lesson learned.

1 comment:

  1. I knew if anyone could beat the Ebola virus, you could! Get well soon.