Ugh

Warning: Potentially Too Much Information post. If you don't like to talk about "bodily things" go read another, nicer post. Like this one. (I did write this as discretely as I can, but don't get mad at me if you read on and get a little queasy in sympathy).

Have you ever read Stephen King's The Stand? In it, there's this superflu bug that gets released, and most of the population of the planet is killed. In the book, they call it "Captain Tripps" because of the seriously awful "trips" to the bathroom you have to make before finally dying.

When I read The Stand, I, like most people I know, got a little head cold. Power of suggestion and all. But now I can truly empathize ever so much more with the real dangers of the novel's superflu.

Yesterday, feeling bloated & crampy & uncomfortable, I took a single tiny pill that had been prescribed to me by my doctor for just such an event. I haven't needed it till now, although it is a common enough problem for pregnant women ("No Tripps" syndrome). However, the cure is far far worse than the problem was. Next time I'll just eat some fruit and drink a decaf latte!

I feel horrible awful terrible sick blah ugh yuck now. I've never felt as sick, I would have to say. And added to the sickness is the extra annoyance that it's sort of my own fault. Why, oh why, doctor, did you prescribe those little golden pills without more warning? I assumed "gentle and safe for pregnant women". NO. Not gentle. Not at all. And for Goddess' sake, how long does something like that stay in your system? What an awful way to die that is in King's story; he has such an "on the nose" imagination. It never really hit me before how bad dying of a superflu like that would be. By the end, they must have been so willing to just lie down and stop. But then, I guess that's probably the way most of these apocalyptic books are-- the disease being so bad that it's a relief, really.

But since Andrew is working, and there's no one else to baby me, I really feel pouty and cranky and (as before) sick. There's no good food to eat that doesn't require going out to the store (other than some lame ass cans of soup I'm sick of.) And no one to say "awwww poor baby" and put a cold washcloth on my head. I slept later than I have been sleeping, and I want to go back to sleep again, but it's daylight, and that makes it harder to do, you know. So I figured I'd make a bid for sympathy, even though it's a little bit of a gross subject matter & I usually try to not be quite so "confessional" on the blog. Even the nurse I called to check to see if there was any time limit where I should be concerned didn't sound too sympathetic to me, though. She said "next time use some Milk of Magnesia". Well great. That's great advice NOW.

Wherever you are today, whatever you're doing, I'll bet you're going to have a better day than I am. If that makes you feel any better about your Monday, then perhaps I feel a teeny bit better. (Nah. I don't really. I want my normal self back, please!)