I’m a daisy if I do.

I really did have plans to write some things this week. I had a schedule and everything. But sometimes plans fall by the wayside when you are hit by ZOMBIE DEATH SICKNESS.

SICK SICK GROSS AND SICK

SICK SICK GROSS AND SICK

Fine, I just had a really terrible cold, but I do so like to exaggerate. It’s just about all I can do, as I am stranded on my couch surrounded by Dayquil bottles and used Kleenex and the sad, sad sounds of hacking up a lung. Which, by the way, Dumbcat does NOT approve of. They are loud and they disrupt his 20 or so hours of sleep a day he seems to need. How do I know he sleeps this much? Because we’ve been hanging out a lot over these past few days, and he’s not at all amenable to my pleas of “OMG PLEASE JUST GO GET ME SOME ICE CUBES WHY ARE YOU THE WORST?” because he’s too busy sleeping. SO MUCH SLEEPING. Why do I have a cat if when I feel icky he won’t get me ice cubes or more Kleenex or soup? Oh, because he’s my best fuzzy little guy and I love him? Fine. That’ll do. I guess.

So, yes. I have been struck low by a cold. I’m fairly sure it’s just a cold. It’s not the flu. I had that last year and I thought I was dying. Plus this year I totally proactively had the flu shot and everything. Some sort of crappy cold that seems to have settled into my lungs. I woke up Friday night coughing and haven’t stopped since. I also have had a fever, a nose that won’t stop running, I’ve lost my voice on and off over the past few days, and this morning when I woke up I was all dizzy. Dad keeps telling me I’m a lunger like Doc Holliday in Tombstone so I keep telling him “You’re a daisy if you do!” and he says, “I got two guns, one for each of ya.” We like Tombstone quotes, we do.

I'm your huckleberry.

I’m your huckleberry.

Being sick when you’re a grownup is NO FUN. Well, it’s not fun when you’re a kid, either, but at least then someone brings you soup and things. When you’re a grownup you can (well, hopefully) take a little time off work and sleep, but you still have to get up and get yourself the soup and the tissues and such because the cat just WILL! NOT! DO! IT! FOR! YOU! Even though he TOTALLY has thumbs, so you KNOW he could get me things if he just WANTED to. Sigh.

I also had to do things over those sick days. Christmas is coming and if I just sat around on the couch sighing and such, Christmas would not arrive on time. SO! Over the past four days, when I’ve been running a fever and coughing like a TB patient, I:

  • went to five different stores (as well as various places online) and finished my Christmas shopping (as well as did grocery shopping and TOTALLY bought myself the best purse ever…I couldn’t even help it. I needed a new purse and it’s gorgeous and it smells richly of leather. SWOON.)

    It looks like this but a little darker brown and I LURVE it.

    It looks sort of like this but a little darker brown and I LURVE it.

  • wrapped approximately 47 billion gifts. Give or take. I mean, I didn’t count, or anything.
  • packaged up the gifts that had to be mailed (except for the three that I can’t finish because I haven’t gotten the stuff for them in the mail yet.) Lots of brown paper. Lots of packing tape. Lots of addressing.
  • went to the post office. Stood in a line that stretched out the door. Was at the window for forty-five minutes because it takes years and years to mail anything overseas because I assume we might be terrorists? I don’t know.
  • And, just in news of OMG, this morning I called out of work and when I went back to bed, I slept until ELEVEN A.M. Without even moving. When I woke up I was all, “how is it 11?” and “do I eat breakfast or lunch WTF?” and “people sleep til 11? This seems suspect.”

Now I am going to go to bed because I need to get up early tomorrow and sneak into work and carefully put my Secret Santa gift onto my recipient’s desk before they get into work. The first day went well; yesterday I had a top-secret plan and had my boss put it on their desk for me; tomorrow it’s up to me again. I am not saying who my Secret Santa recipient is. THAT IS WHY IT IS SECRET. But I am giving this person a very, very good Secret Santa year. (So far as my own Secret Santa gifts I’ve gotten lotto tickets, and I won nothing. But that’s par for the course for me with lotto tickets. I swear tickets could be winners, and I’d touch them and POOF! they would immediately be losers. I have bad lotto-ticket mojo. However, when I GIVE lotto tickets, like as gifts, people tend to win. It’s strange. I have personal-loser gift-winner mojo.)

I should, hopefully, be back one of these days with actual content that’s not OMG I AM HACKING UP A LUNG related. I mean, how long can a cold last, right? Urgh.

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24 responses to “I’m a daisy if I do.

  • becomingcliche

    Sorry, but your sick pic is adorable! And that purse! I covet. I would buy a new purse if that was one of the options. i bought a hat today – a Duck Dynasty hat. Don’t ask.

    I do hope you are feeling tons better soon! Hope you get this crud over with so you can have a healthy holiday!

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    • lucysfootball

      *blush* I think I’d just showered so my hair was not being poky. And I was warm and cozy on the couch. Thank you!

      The purse is AWESOME. I’ve been on the lookout for one that’s this saddlebag style since I saw one in Lucky Magazine a zillion years ago, but it was $200. This was SUBSTANTIALLY less than that! And still leather, so it’ll last! YAY!

      I’m going to hope that Duck Dynasty hat was a gift? Although the idea of you wearing it makes me giggle.

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    Sorry you’re feeling poorly. I’m sure you’ll feel better soon though.

    And 47 billion gifts is a lot of gifts. I don’t even know 47 billion people.

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    • earthandink

      I am so sorry you are sick and don’t hate me, but it sort of sounds like the flu. (Ducking.) Not that I have any way of knowing that and I am not diagnosing. But I never think of colds as being so intense. Like the difference between a tropical storm and a hurricane.

      As of today I am totally finished with my holiday shopping and I mailed gifts out today too! We are champions. And, I think because there are colleges everywhere, and college students are all “omg finals” rather than worrying overly about mailing packages, my post office was practically deserted. Too bad we couldn’t have traded, so you could have gotten back to bed.

      I think the key with the Dumbcat thing is that Dumbcat is, as you know, a cat.

      I love Secret Santas.

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      • earthandink

        I don’t know how I did this. Not really directed at Andreas. (Waving at Andreas.) Sorry to be in your virtual space rather than my own!

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      • lucysfootball

        It does sound like it, but if it IS the flu, it’s much less evil than last year’s flu, where I was kind of unconscious for days…I’m just sleepy and coughing a lot. Ooh, maybe I have some sort of sleeping sickness. Maybe I got bitten by a tsetse fly.

        I should have gone to the best post office, which is further away but no one goes there. I always get in and out in no time, and they love overseas packages. “Your friends in Europe! They must LOVE you!” they say. They make me laugh.

        Sigh. Yes. Dumbcat with his cat-ness. I guess I will just have to be satisfied with him cuddling and making me laugh.

        Secret Santa is going very well. Tomorrow’s the last day and the big reveal! Huzzah!

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    • lucysfootball

      Oh, all the 47 billion gifts are on their way to Finland now. I didn’t make that clear? EXPECT A HUGE PARCEL. (I might be exaggerating; then again, I might not. You never know with me.)

      I’m on the mend, I think. As soon as I get to bed, anyway!

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  • Samantha

    Yup, it’s true, your sick pic is adorable. Although I am sad you are sick.

    I hope Dumbcat at least cuddles with you on the couch? And comforts you while he sleeps? It’d be nice to have a cat and they could get you things. It’d be kind of fun. My imagination tends to go toward a cat in a chef’s hat and apron, but that’s beside the point.

    I hope you feel better soon!

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    • lucysfootball

      You guys are too flattering. Thank you! That was my cozy picture. Under that blanket? Cozy pajamas. To the left of that photo? Dumbcat keeping my leg warm. (He is a good sleep-comforter, if nothing else!)

      I think I might be feeling better? Maybe? We’ll see when I wake up tomorrow!

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  • cynthiaw

    Being REALLY sick as an adult really sucks – being KIND OF sick is sort of enjoyable. Like when you’re just sick enough to stay home and lay in bed floating on a sea of Nyquil… I kind of like that.

    When I’m sick, my mom comes and takes care of me – or at least calls 11 billion times to ask if she can come take care of me. (She only lives 10 minutes from me). Usually, it’s easier to just let her come bring me some soup and ginger ale – otherwise she’ll just keep calling to make sure that I’m alive and that keeps waking me up.

    FEEL BETTER!

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    • earthandink

      I can’t even express how jealous I am of you for that! Your mom coming over to take care of you rocks.

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      • cynthiaw

        She’s the BEST! The last time that I got sick, she was kind of hilarious. I actually got sick enough at school (I’m a teacher) that they wouldn’t let me drive home. She wasn’t home, so my dad came to get me. She checked her messages in between appointments and FREAKED that she’d missed the call – even after she got a hold of my dad and found out that he was bringing me home, she wanted to cancel her dental appt. in case I had to go to the doctor.

        My dad had a hard time convincing her that he was perfectly capable of driving me to the doctor, if need be. AND that he could go to the store and get me some 7Up and soup.

        She still stopped by on her way home, just in case I “had gotten dizzy on the way to the bathroom and was passed out bleeding on the floor”. She is definitely the mommyest mom ever. And I’m very lucky – even if she will wake me up a million times checking on me, unless I swear to her that I just need to sleep and that I’ll call if I need anything. And it’s not even like I live alone – but she doesn’t trust my husband (or dad) to do a good enough job, lol.

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    • lucysfootball

      That is really the sweetest. Normally I love how far away I am, because it makes me feel very independent, but when I’m sick, I would very much like Mom and soup and coddling. Sigh.

      I think I’m better! Well, soon I will be. And a hot shower and much sleep will be happening momentarily. Aaaaah.

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  • wordsmith94

    Hope you’re feeling better soon! And please don’t get pneumonia. And if it gets worse, go to the doctor’s. But I hope you’re better very soon! *hug*

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    • lucysfootball

      I think it’s getting better! At least I hope so. Dad told me tonight to go get antibiotics. I told him I didn’t have an infection and he was like “I DON’T CARE! THIS IS SERIOUS! YOU’VE HAD THIS FOR WEEKS!” “Dad, I’ve had it since Friday,” I said. “Oh. Well. That’s ok, then,” he said. Hee!

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  • Charleen

    When I’m sick I go back and forth between being a total baby who can’t do anything for herself and feeling guilty about being such a burden and trying to do things for myself that I probably shouldn’t. Like, I’ll make my husband get me some juice because I don’t feel like walking to the kitchen and back… but an hour later he’ll walk in and find me sitting in a chair in front of the stove because I’m making ramen noodles and I can’t stand for the whole three minutes it takes to cook.

    Anyway, I hope you feel better (even though Dumbcat clearly doesn’t care if you live or die).

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    • lucysfootball

      I totally yell at myself a lot. “YOU ARE A BABY! YOU NEED TO BUCK UP! IT IS ONLY A COLD!” And then I reply to myself, “OMG BUT I FEEL TERRIBLE!” and I’m whiny. There’s a lot of chatting with oneself in this household.

      Dumbcat totally DOESN’T care if I live or die! I think he needs to consider the consequences. Mom will take him in if I die, but his treats will never come on time, and Dad will follow him around with a lint brush because he hates cat fur. Does that sound like fun, Dumbcat? No, it does not, buddy!

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  • grrgoyl

    Sorry you’re sick. Agreed, sick and single (with a useless cat) is the worst. The last time I was really, really sick, like vomiting and feverish and could barely move, Tery was out of town and I had to walk, IN A SNOW STORM, across the street for my own ginger ale. Never been more miserable. Unless you count after my surgery last year when both my cats (who hate each other) cuddled with me on both sides nonstop until I was upright again. Poor cats. They do what they can. Fetching ice cubes is not on that list.

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    • grrgoyl

      (Hang on. Vomiting, feverish, with a seriously stopped-up, overflowing toilet. So not only did I have to walk for ginger ale, I had to drive (in the same snow storm) to a hardware store for drain unclogger. Worst day of my life, I think.)

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      • lucysfootball

        Oh, yep, that sounds TERRIBLE. There is nothing I want to do less when I’m sick than fetch things, but plunging the toilet? I totally want to do that less. Ugh. I’m so sorry.

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        • grrgoyl

          I’m sorry for being Ms. One-upper (HATE those people, don’t you?), but this particular incident was just so, so, so miserable that I’m still trying to score sympathy points (this happened 2 years ago).

          Although shoveling snow with TB is not much more pleasant (I’m cheating here and including two posts with one comment. GOD, I am just AWFUL). That must have been a hell of a time. I think the only solution is to just GET BETTER SOON. (and merry Christmas!)

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