The Dynamic Duo

UltraMom is sick. Bona fide achy-to-the-tips-of-my-eyelashes, throwing up all night sick. It has been so long since I’ve been sick that it took me a while to accept the pre-symptoms. Yesterday afternoon, after Murphy and I took our long walk in the mountains, I sat down and watched a movie, then “watched” (& dozed) it again with director’s commentary, then watched all of the special features. By the way, if you get a chance to see “Finding Neverland”, go for it. Based on a true story, a lot of poetic lisence is taken, but it is still excellent, and Johnny Depp is my new favorite actor. “I don’t think I feel that great,” I said to myself when there was finally no more to watch. “Perhaps this is a good excuse to further put off all of those things I was planning to get done this weekend.” Just then, the power went off. As usual in this situation, I thought of things I could do. “I’ll just write a post…...oh no power…......I’ll just watch some more TV…....oh yeah, no power….I’ll just microwave some dinner….........oh, that’s right, no power,” etc.etc.etc.
Finally I decided that Murphy and I should take another walk outdoors while I listened to some of my current book-on-tape (Gulliver’s Travels) since it wasn’t quite yet dark. We walked around the pivot tracks in the field. The weather had deteriorated since morning, and I thought I detected a bit of a sore throat.
As I rounded the corner towards the house, I could tell that the power was back on. Time for a few more loads of laundry, time for Murphy’s tricks and treats, time for a shower and hair-washing, time for a tuna sandwich and writing a new Murphy-post.
Sister-in-law Patty and I had just been talking a couple of weeks ago about how long it had been since we had been sick. We decided that the mountains of supplements we had been taking (Calcium, Glucosamine, Vitamin C, Omega 3, Flaxseed Oil and a multi to cover whatever I had missed) were providing some good, preventative medicine. Hmmm.
I went to sleep, my trusty dog and cat by my side, and dreamed about the movie, Finding Neverland. James Barrie and the 4 Davies boys. Captain Hook, Tinker Bell and Nanna, the dog. But something was wrong. That second boy was going to have to change his name, or something bad was going to happen. I realized in my dream that I was having a dream, but I didn’t want to wake up until I had puzzled through what was wrong. Gradually it dawned on me that I needed to throw up. I had forgotten just how distasteful that was; how could anyone ever become bulemic? The next couple of times weren’t as bad, since I no longer had actual food in my stomach. Murphy was very symathetic and followed me around with a worried expression on his cute little poodle face.
Today has pretty much consisted of laying in bed or sitting in the big recliner in the living room and sleeping. I briefly thought about church, but there was no way. Murphy, once in a while, goes to his toybox and grabs his squeaky chicken and looks at me longingly before giving up and keeping me company in my chair.
Its late afternoon, and I’m actually feeling a bit better. Murphy got his tricks and treats. I had a plum and half a can of chicken noodle-o’s. AND I’m writing this post about being sick. Hopefully, I will be over it by tomorrow. I hate to use up my leave time from work being sick (no separate sick leave). Maybe its just one of those 24 hour things.
Anyway, send get-well vibrations my way, won’t you?

UltraMom