Curse You!

I had the worst Valentine's day ever.

Not because the Big B forgot (I'm more inclined to forget than he is) or because I didn't get flowers or candy or a card.

Not because I'm alone, or hate the day of love, or because it's a silly holiday forced upon us by Hallmark and candymakers (which it basically is).

Nope, it's because I spent the day hugging the toilet instead of my hubby. And not for a stupid fun reason like too many Jag-bombs the night before, either.


Curse you, stomach flu!


After over a decade of escaping this cursed sickness, I was hit last winter.

Now, this year! Again! Completely unfair.


Each time I found myself scrambling for the commode I tried to comfort myself.

"Think of how much you're working your stomach muscles with each heave!"
"With all this water loss, you've surely lost a couple of pounds!"
"At least you're here by yourself and no one has to see or hear your misery!"

Poor kitties. They were getting all upset with me because everytime they settled in on my legs for a nice comfy nap, I had to get up and go yak again.

After the third or fourth time, they gave up and just let me slide my legs out from under them and then refused to cooperate when I climbed back on the couch, so I ended up laying down with my legs and feet all contorted so we could all fit.

After each time I hurled, I had an internal debate with myself.

Do I drink a bunch of water, knowing that it'll probably just make me have to get up in half an hour rather than an hour, but at least there will be something to toss up? Or do I drink just enough to rinse my mouth so I can perhaps go for almost a full hour before the next session?

The answer? It's better to drink the water and hope some absorbs into your system before the next attack hits. Plus, it's much better to have something to puke up then nothing at all. Nothing hurts worse.

Either way, I don't think I can ever eat that cheesy popcorn again. It's not its fault that it was the last thing I ate the night before I woke up sick, but seeing it again the next morning has ruined it for me.

Things are much better now, however, and my appetite is back, thank goodness. It's too weird for me not to be hungry. I'm always hungry!

My main disappointment is the fact that even after all that heaving, I still don't have six pack abs. You'd think the universe could at least toss me that one after all that misery. I did lose a couple of pounds, but I know they'll be back once I re-hydrate fully.