When You Least Expect It

It was a late start to a day out, so we decided to just go putz around a local mall. Nothing strenuous, just walking around and looking at things.

Bass Pro Shop is always a good stop with the kids. They have lots to see and heck the big tank is good for entertainment for 30 minutes, especially if it's feeding time. Except that while we were there, I started to feel bad, kind of sweaty and not great. I couldn't put my finger on HOW I felt bad just that I did.

We wandered over to the Slot Car Racing place and let Louis run a couple of races. The sickness upgraded to queasy and shaky while we were there.

It was about then that the nausea began. I was too hot. I was too sweaty. Why was it so hot here?

By the time we got home I was in full blow stomach flu mode and in bed shaking and shivering so hard I thought I was gonna die. That's the annoying part, you know you aren't going to die but damn why do you have to feel so bad? I threw up. It didn't get better. Finally the ibuprofen I managed to keep down shifted me from freezing cold to burning hot. I'm not sure this was an improvement.

I've spent most of my day in bed sleeping fitfully. I'm finally up now and feel like I might not pass out. This is improvement. I'm having a cup of coffee because I don't assuage the caffeine gods they will kill me.

I guess it's passing so it's only a 24 hour thing. I need to bathe, oh god do I need to bathe. That'll wait until the husband returns from the allergist. Until then I'm going to finish reading THE HELP and sweat. That seems about all I'm capable of.

Until then, I leave you with this image. I snapped it yesterday on my way out of the mall. Even sick as hell, I'm never too sick to enjoy this kind of thing.

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