It’s like rain on your wedding day. Like a free ride when you’ve already paid.
You know the day of bliss I was so looking forward to? The one that had me filled with glee? So giddy that my size 12′s barely touched the ground last week?
I got sick.
I never get sick. Well, I may have an allergy attack at the first of spring, and an occasional winter cold, but really, I hardly ever get sick.
Saturday morning I felt so bad that all I could do was point Lovegirl downstairs to hang out with her father. I woke up feverishly hot every four hours, downed another alka seltzer plus, and went back to sleep. Sunday, I felt better, but not good. Apparently taking such a copious amount of alka seltzer plus and not eating anything is not such a great idea. So now, I’m hot, congested and a little sick to my stomach. Lovegirl’s whining about not going anywhere “So we’re not going anywhere because you’re sick? That’s not fair.” Don’t talk fair to me little girl – I’d planned out eating breakfast by myself at a slow leisurely pace tomorrow morning! The phone rang all day, and I pretty much ignored it. Until Pserendipity called – I probably sounded like a raving lunatic – sorry honey - blame it on the cold medicine!!
Anyhoo, Monday morning I dropped Lovegirl off with Ms. D and went home to liquor myself up with NyQuil at 4 hour intervals. But I’m not bitter that my me-cation (thanks Yolanda, I love it!) was ruined by a summer cold. Not at all.
Isn’t it ironic?
I never get sick either; but when the Universe wants you to sat down somewhere there ain’t nothing that you can do but just that!
It’s like good advice that you just can’t take..
Oh. Wait. Sorry.
Love that song.
I am so sorry that you were sick on your day. That just means you’ll get another. Soon, I hope!
I’m so sad for you. Hope you feel better soon!