Ground Zero
Not feeling well, bed at 7pm; stomachache, chills, can’t
sleep.
Go fetch antacids from the cupboard at 11:30pm.
24 hours of good eats rapidly exits body in rudest possible
manner.
Lying still on bathmat near toilet. Don’t think I’m dying, which is a switch from
the usual, considering circumstances.
Colder than I should be, can’t move, exhausted.
Uncomfortable under itchy acrylic blanket, reminds me how
much I hate camping.
Cats go into garage when Dan comes down for morning chores.
Cats come back in.
Oh please, please, let them not bring in any rodents this
morning.
Last time, the male was carrying a live baby mouse in his
mouth. I could see the tail hanging down
his chin, then, he spit it out on the floor so he could keep slapping it if it
went too far astray while he ate his kibbles.
Not this morning, please…
Day 1
Got off the floor around 8 am.
Made it as far as the comfy recliner, sipping Ginger Ale
with a pink bendy straw.
Think flu – or food poisoning – doesn’t matter, it is what
it is.
Asked Dan to turn the Christmas lights on for cheer, and the
fireplace for warmth.
Tuned in to the nearly-real jewelry auction channel. Rest of morning is a blur of while cotton
gloves, brightly colored stones, and “bidder, bidder, sold”.
Slept for an hour.
Asked for ice with seltzer, but there isn’t any. Drank it warm.
No higher thought processes available...
Day 2
Stomach still isn’t right, but feel like I’m participating in
life again.
Can look at pictures of food without becoming nauseous.
Walking makes me dizzy.
Fart attack. It’s
like a heart attack. Only not. Look it up.
Ate the last two olives in the jar.
Day 3
Ate yogurt.
Read, “I think raccoons have started a fight club in my
backyard” on a Facebook wall. Just about
blew milk out my nose. Not drinking
milk.
Walked around some.
Ate white rice.
Day 4
Ate homefries at the diner; stomach making weird gurgling
noises.
Have a headache. Think
it’s the sunshine. Migraine coming?
Possibility of fresh walleye tonight, and wants some fried
crispy, no matter the consequence.
I’m going to have to cook it.
Conserving energy, and coaching inner chef to nut up and
power through the evening.
NO FILLETS ARRIVE
Deadline Day
More yogurt.
Feel like I’ve run a marathon, staying in comfy chair for one
more day.
Thanks for looking in on me.
