Getting Older or Dying…Dunno Know Anymore
Nope, I don’t know anymore. I can’t tell the difference between ‘I’m sick’ and ‘Oh man, I need a doctor’. Weird, huh? Ok, admittedly if I had more experience with/trust in the doctor I might not have this particular problem. LOL
I felt a little run down yesterday, physically and mentally. I just sat on the couch yesterday watching TV with the Big Guy asking me if I was alive or not. I felt funky so I didn’t bother with doing too much.
Last night I got hit with some bug…or something. I dunno. I was asleep and dreaming and I dreamed that someone was trying to shove their thumb into my Third Eye. I mean…really just get right through the bone into the gray matter up there. Just so I was completely aware of what was happening my dream was kind enough to show me an image sorta like this one
It HURT! I swore someone was trying to kill me. Or maybe just part of me as I type this and look back on it. I woke up thinking I was dying and realized I had the horrible headache so bad I thought I had an aneurism that was bursting and was about to die. Then, as I sat on the toilet, covered in sweat, and puking what little I’d eaten that day, Arnie spoke up at he often does;
It’s not a tumor.
Kindergarten Cop, anyone? I love that silly movie.
I must have gotten to puke 5 or 6 times with a head hurting so bad it made me whimper and I didn’t know that strange sound was coming from my own throat for a little while. The last couple of times I bolted to the bathroom I threw up….foam. Nothing but foam. Not bile. Foam. It was hard to get out too. Then I thought;
Ok, so it’s not a tumor I’ve just got Major Falls, that’s all
I know it’s difficult to contract or die from a fictional disease.
I stumbled to bed and made hubby put his hand on my head. He thinks I am crazy! But for 30 years, every time I’ve had a headache or bad stomach ache or any type of ache like that, if he puts his hand on it then it instantly feels better. I was able to fall back to sleep almost immediately. I slept through the night with no one trying to kill me in my dreams. That was nice.
Got up this morning, hubby said for me to stay home but I can’t. I’ve got letters to get out today. I figure, since I feel kinda-sorta-ok I better do that. Maybe I’ll stay home tomorrow. Definitely leaving early today, it’s supposed to be a bonzer of a stormy day in a bit and that old truck of mine is really only good on smooth dry surfaces anymore. So, I think I’ll run in, shoot out those letters and run out. Come home and spend the rest of the day on the couch.
I hope it don’t rain too much. My plants are DROWNING out there. I don’t think the rose bushes will make it I think they’ll get root rot and die on me if we don’t get a few days of glorious sunshine soon.
Right now I gotta get it together enough to plow through a few hours behind the desk then it’s blanket, PJs, couch and TV.