So the bug FINALLY caught me. Gina had been sick for a month, I kept telling her go to the doc for some antibiotics, something must be wrong after this long and that serious. She's always feeling better now and won't go. But seems most people are sick now so I'm pretty much keeping clear of everybody that might even look or sound sick, DON"T TOUCH ME!! That includes Gina ha ha ha!
But after a great fight it gets me and longer she is sick the lower my chances are I figure. So Thursday evening I'm sick big time! I jump in bed, 3 big blankets, heater, under armor, sweatsuit and I'm still chilled to the bone. Few minutes later I'm sweating like a dog. Lose the sweatsuit, blankets heater and I start to cool off. 5 minutes later my underarmor is saturated with sweat. Hey, they work well on the bike ha ha! But this is the same pattern for a day and a half. All day Friday, I stayed in bed. A trip to the restroom was like riding century without the helmet. Dizziness, fatigue, flashing lights, voices in my head are the obstacles I face trying to make the Trek. Now that I think about it, I should have worn the helmet, maybe the Go Pro helmet mount as well ha ha!
Gina's been looking much better but getting home from work on Friday night, she's showing signs again. Poor girl has been working12 hour shifts all week training her new employees. Late Friday night, she's pretty sick. Saturday morning she finally decides to go the the doc. Got her antibiotics, some serious cough medicine then she' back home hogging my blankets as usual.
A nice thought to stay in bed all day but 8 grand kids, you know at least 2 of them have to have birthday parties today. So no, I got to get my sick dizzy arse out of bed to meet the first party start time at 4 pm. I can barely get out of bed and my sweaty stinky body has to take a shower. No please not the shower. OK, now if Gina played the romance novel thing, undressed me shoved me in the shower and scrubbed my back for me, that would be one thing but it didn't happen that way. I had to remove my own clothes, look at my sick twisted self in the mirror then jump into the freezing cold water. We all know when you're sick, doesn't matter how hot you set the water, it's still freezing.
Can I just stay in bed and skip the parties? Grand kids ARE NOT very forgiving. Sorry kid can't make it. But it's my birthday and I'm nine years old. Uh! Ok, maybe one birthday party. Sorry dude, can't make it. But dude, like I'm here saving a meatball sandwich for you, just take some pills then come on over, I only turn 15 once and everybody is waiting for you. Uh!
So now I'm out of the shower, towel and blow dry my best but I know with the rain and cold weather lately, I'm still going to freeze my butt off. I cover up good and not so bad but you know I'm figuring on asking Gina to drive he he he! Hoping the big cry baby helpless hubby act will work, "I'm still dizzy sweat heart, will you drive?".
Dude, you know I got medication with codeine in it, directions say don't drive. OK, so I'm sick, don't feel good and why does everybody keep calling me dude today?
I haven't been able to eat for the last 2 days.But let me tell you, oh this side of the family loves to cook and they are good at it! Cool, 2 thin wedges of pizza, I can do it. For me to worry about downing 2 thin slices of pizza, you know I ain't feeling good. But I did it THEN.......Tia Terri walks over with a big MEATBALL SAMWICH! I love me a meatball sandwich but never find one worthy of paying for. This one was but even better, it was free and I can't say no! Ahhh it went down smooth! 2 reasons I can't say no. One, I rarely face a meatball sandwich of this caliber. Two. Tia Terry is 10 years younger than I am an feisty enough to punch me in the throat if I don't ha ha! After I just sat in the corner like a zombie observing people. They laughed at me but I didn't really care. I was still feeling sick but satisfied at the same time.
We're there for a couple of hours then head over to my Mom's house for another party. OK, another party, my daughter loves to cook and she is GOOD AT IT! She makes some chicken ceviche type stuff so I eat a little to taste it but I just can't eat anymore. I barely tasted the salsa an I am a salsa lover. I want to but I just can't. Very rarely does anybody hear me say I can't eat chips and salsa so you know I was sick. So she packs up a big bowl for me, gives me the chips and says get better so you can enjoy it. Believe me, I WILL!
This is where the interracial marriages show their colors. Daughter gives me, A Mexican a big bowl of salsa and says get better so you can enjoy it. What does the Mexian do? He gets better the next day so he can enjoy the salsa. Poor Gina, Spaniards are different in that way I guess, she's still sick!
A bit dramatic I know, but that is why we didn't ride this weekend!
My Sunday get well salsa
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