Hello Internets. So, I promise I’ll continue the travelogue on my next post. For now, though, consider it on hiatus due to Satan Pox. What’s Satan Pox you ask? I think I may have mentioned it before, but in case I haven’t, Satan Pox is the name I have bestowed on any really unpleasant illness I get. This current round of Satan Pox is the worst round I’ve had, as of yet. I should be sleeping, I want to be sleeping, but there’s this whole I CAN’T BREATHE through both nostrils thing that has got me in an unpleasant headlock.
I spent last night doing the routine of, “I can’t get comfy in this chair. I need to pee. Since I can’t sleep in the chair, maybe I should try the couch. I can’t sleep on the couch, and now I need to pee. AGAIN. Since the couch isn’t working out, maybe I should try the chair again.”
Lather, rinse, repeat.
ALL. NIGHT. LONG.
It’s been more than a little frustrating.
And for those who are sitting there wondering why I haven’t just gone to the doctor, I’d like to point out that even with insurance going to the doctor still costs money, and I don’t get paid until Friday. So I’m just laying low and taking cough/cold/flu syrup until I go back to work tomorrow.
So, I’m tired, I’m cranky, and I’m more than a little hopped up on Nyquil. True story, earlier today I was talking with mom, and I randomly began quoting Gravity Falls, “Lick that elbow! Lick that elbow! Sometimes I wish I had kittens for hands.” To which mom replied, “I think you might be a little goofy.” And I shot back with, “I’m not Goofy, but I might be Pluto.” I think I proved her point, more than my own.
And since I’m being all delightful and cough syrupy, I want to know if I’m the only girl in the world who is not currently smitten with the photo circulating of Benedict Cumberbatch recreating the Mr. Darcy Pride and Prejudice scene? For some reason, I find the picture kind of creepy. I don’t know why, either. Judging by the things I’ve been reading, apparently I’m kind of alone in this feeling.
The other really annoying thing about Satan Pox is that it is giving me weird memory lags. Example, that last sentence, I forgot what I was typing for the better part of almost 2 minutes. Then there was last night, where I suddenly had this need to go into a different room, and something in my brain was telling me that it was super important that I go into the other room. I got there, stood there for the better part of four minutes trying to figure out why I was in there and why it was so important. I then gave up and returned to my chair. I still don’t know why I was in there. Maybe it was the Silence.
And I now realize that there is not one person reading this who isn’t more than a little confused. Or maybe I’m the one who’s confused.
Bottom line: Don’t get Satan Pox. It’s super annoying and painful.
My husband and I both had a little bit of “Satan pox” yesterday. We felt sick to our stomachs and achy. We never did eat supper because the thought of food grossed us out to the max. Almost all we consumed was ginger ale. Luckily, we’re fine today. Maybe it was just something we ate? Phew!
Hope you feel better soon, Malia! If not, stay home! This Satan Pox doesn’t sound like anything I care to experience first hand! Your stories paint a very vivid picture and it sounds like something you can keep all to yourself :o)~ Take care, Jodie
Upon reading this I have realized, OH MY GOD I HAVE SATAN POX.
There is not enough Dimatapp for this.