I'm recovering ... I think ... from the 24-hour flu. Literally. Like it came on with a bang Sunday night, mid Larry David and felled me, causing all kinds of nausea and dizziness. And I always know I have the flu when my wrists are weak. But I still went to work yesterday, because, I guess, it's easier than having a toddler jump on a pukey stomach. But I could not shake it. There were moments, I guess, when I did feel better, but it kept coming back. So much so that I had to go home and pass out (my friend Jamie was kind enough to take the child away). Then, just as steathily as it came on, it walked off. The veil of nausea was lifted ... pretty much at least. I mean at least as much so that I could deal with the flourescent green poop Mia had to lay on me at that moment. But the questions still remain:
- How does it know when the 24 hours are up? This flu lasted precisely 24 hours. Weird and wacky stuff.
- Why's it got to hit me so often? I'm a good girl. I take my anti-oxidants, wash my hands regularly. Yes, I could be working out more and lose weight. Okay ... my answer. Leave me alone!
- What's with the wrists? I don't know why this always happens to me, but it's the sure fire harbinger that I'm fluing, rather than food poisoning or some other illing. Crazy shit.
- And speaking of shit ... flourescent green poop? What is this child eating? And can someone convince her to use the potty already?? She does not listen to me.
On the lighter side of the news, please check out my new blog venture: My Fabulous Fake Friends. It's a celebrity blog and you can find it at www.myfabulousfakefriends.com. Then, maybe you'll feel nauseus too!