Today’s post comes with a pre-warning:
If you are even in the least bit squeamish about being sick, then please just skip today’s drivel and whatever you do – do not watch the clip at the end of the post!
Yesterday, having been sick with a 24 hour stomach bug that at age 62 leaves you low for four days instead of one, I felt good enough to crawl out of bed, take a shower, and think about living again. I had slept for nearly a solid 48 hours. Up for necessities, meds, water, and then back to sleep. I was weak, achy, and moving slowly, but I did a bit of pushing the Swiffer to catch the *buffaloes that wafted by as I passed. I sat down and ate a very light breakfast.
BTW, I haven’t mentioned that I got this nasty bacteria from Bob. He got sick at work and they thought it was his hydration/low blood pressure problem again. So they bundled him into an ambulance and back off to the hospital. (Yes, another ambulance ride that will not be covered under our insurance.) Once there, they again checked him for everything and found not much at all. Suddenly, Bob announced that he had to “…get up NOW!” Whereupon, he got very sick. In the aftermath of his episode the nurse and the Dr. looked pretty amazed by the mess.
It was at this point that I recalled the scene in Stand by Me about the pie eating contest, and I’ll tell you it was just like that! The bug that’s going around stops your digestive system in it’s tracks. So, everything from the morning (including all the bottles of water he’d been drinking to stay hydrated all day) were stuck there and wanted out NOW. It was nearly 4:00 pm.
And he wondered why his stomach hurt so bad? Poor baby!
Anyway, back to yesterday. I then I got up and started a load of contaminated bedding, and cleaned the kitchen with a healthy dose of bleach in the water. Being meticulous about giving every surface we may have touched the once over with hot, soapy, bleach water was gratifying. From there I conquered all the switch plates and door handles throughout the house. Time for another rest. Then it was on to the bathroom, and more contaminated laundry with good hour rests between each task. I felt I was vanquishing those little bastard bacteria who had invaded our bodies and made us so horribly ill!
By the end of the day our house smelled hospital clean, and I was tired, but it was a good tired. The activity of detoxing the house had bounced me back from my morning-after-illness-malaise and I just felt good!
DIE you mangy bugs, die!
I suppose it goes without saying, that hand washing is especially important when this bug, or any bug, comes to town!
Stay healthy out there!
*aka: dust bunnies to you that don’t own a big wooly dog named Buddy.
OK, and now for the point of reference for those who don’t know the story, and remember, you were warned. 😉
The Pie Eating Contest
It is sophomoric humor, I know, but I still think it funny… well, OK, maybe not so funny while we were going through it.