Actually, I’m only partially back from the dead. I still feel like shit, and am coughing my ass off because my sinuses won’t stop draining down the back of my throat. I know. I’m full of the sexy right now. But hey, at least I can (mostly) function now, and am not confined to my bed.
We’ve been hanging out in beds, on couches, and in bathrooms for the last week. I’ve taken so many different medications lately, that I’m pretty sure my liver and kidneys permanently hate me now. (As if they didn’t already.) I don’t know whether it was the zombie flu or the plague, but whatever it was, was pure unadulterated evil.
We ended up making a shanty town downstairs in our bedroom so that I could keep a closer eye on the kids without having to walk all the way upstairs every 4 hours to give them ibuprofen or Tylenol. Yes, I just said all the way upstairs like I was trekking across the Sahara. Because that’s what it feels like when you have a fever, a sinus headache, and get dizzy every time you stand up. It’s torture!
Half of the time, I couldn’t go to sleep even if I wanted to. Between the kids being up and downstairs, three different adults trying to handle doling out medications, and my son’s constant, rapidly spiking fever, they all kept ending up on different med schedules.
Lego Man (my son) had it the worst. Poor kid. He’s the one who brought it home to us. He started complaining about a sore throat last Thursday, and today was his first full day without a fever.
I tried so hard to keep him quarantined in the beginning. I carried an industrial size can of Lysol disinfectant spray everywhere I went. I washed my hands like they were covered in magical poop that reappeared 5 minutes after I washed it off. I did umpteen loads of pillowcases and blankets that my son was carrying around, coughing and snotting on. I even washed the bathroom rug a bunch of times because I knew that he had to have coughed on it…
It was no use. My resistance was futile.
By Sunday night, Grammy had a sore throat and a cough, and I was laid up in bed like a zombie that ate too many brains in one day. By Tuesday, everyone in the house was coughing, groaning, and either had a fever, or just felt like shoe-crud in general.
It’s been so much fun, that I haven’t had the time to think about finishing my alien project that I was supposed to be posting today for your judgy mcjudgment. The minion wanted to “jazz up” the one she did for her school project, you know, to make it special for my blog (her alien is evil now. I heart her so much), but she hasn’t finished either.
So, we’ve decided to extend all parts of the “contest” for a week if you’re still interested in participating. The link-up is now open until Feb. 3rd at midnight PST.
I was pretty fucking stoked, and I just wanted to give a quick “Thank you boys SO much” kind of shout out to them. And a special thanks to one of their editors, WilyGuy. He’s the nut-job that used his vote on me, and I truly appreciate that. If you’ve never been, you should go check them out. There are some pretty awesome dudes hanging out over there.
I also have some other exciting news that I have yet to share with you! Remember my friend, Petunia Darnell McSweetiePants that lives at the mall? When I first met her in that weird oriental shop, she wiggled her fuzzy little way into my heart, and now she’s found her way into my home. She lives with my gator head, on top of a mirrored box on my dresser. Her and gator face are now the official guards of my jewel. Now I just need to find a way to give her that horn…
I also need to thank Gaijin Cracker for the box of awesome that she sent me, but that one is going to be a separate post because there was too much fantasticalness to try to condense it down to one paragraph. (Including butt candy and some tubes of mysterious squishy pink stuff from Japan.)
Now please excuse me while I go find something quiet to do, because it’s 5am, and the Sudafed I took two hours ago so I could breathe and stop trying to remove my lungs through my throat has me wound up like a damn yo-yo.