I’ve got an amazing full-body ache going on. I was rather ill on Sunday, to the point where I was carrying around a tupperware container that I’d nicknamed “Mister Bucket” just in case I couldn’t make it to the bathroom before another bout of vomiting hit. In some of my less rational moments, I francofied his name to “M’ssr Bouquet.”
There were a couple of times on Sunday when I thought I’d see my own feet coming out of my mouth. I did some damage to my voice too. I feel like I’m shouting when I talk at normal levels, and I’ve got this hoarse, heavy smoker quality rasp. Apparently, when I’m in the process of being ill, I make a rather disturbing roaring sound. My Fiancee described it as a demon summoning noise…
I was in the full swing of the illness on Sunday and I took yesterday off work to recover. I was at the stage of illness that my Fiancee likes: ill enough to not be able to try to do things for myself. When I’m just a little sick I’m a pain, because I steadfastly refuse to be coddled.
My Fiancee may be coming down with the ick too… She was feeling ill yesterday and she’s taking today off as well. I’m back at work today, but a bit boggled. My eyes aren’t focussing at 100% accuracy, and I’m a little lightheaded, but that could be lack of food. I haven’t eaten much since I had some RITZ crackers revisit me on Sunday afternoon. I may try some tea and saltines a little later. I was able to keep some nice bland rice noodles and broiled chicken breast down last night, so it’s worth a go.