I must admit that I am more than happy to start the new year. Don’t get me wrong, for the most part 2018 was just fine… up until the end, specifically just before Christmas week.
Thinking back, maybe I should have taken it as some sort of omen when I had no desire in the weeks leading up to Christmas to decorate the house, or bake, or do any of the usual Christmasy things.
My Christmas decorating this year consisted of bringing in the artificial Christmas tree in it’s bag from the garage, setting the bag down in the dining room, leaving it there for 3 weeks, and carrying it back out to the garage.
I didn’t even listen to any of my usual Christmas CD’s. I did watch a few Christmas movies, but not all of my favorites, and most importantly, I skipped “It’s a Wonderful Life”. Yeah, I should have known something wasn’t right.
Then, the week just prior to Christmas, I was slammed with a massive migraine headache. I haven’t had a doozy like that for years. It lasted 3 days, and just when I thought I was out of the woods, I got food poisoning (or so I thought). It seemed to be subsiding, but then OH NO!
Just when I thought I was out…it pulled me back in (thank you, Michael Corleone). It slowly dawned on me that maybe what I actually had was the stomach flu.
Each day brought new and interesting adventures. What will it be today? Fever? Nausea? Diarrhea? Vomiting? Maybe some sort of new combo we haven’t had yet? Turns out, the possibilities were endless! Can I eat today? NOPE! Nice try – hahahaha silly girl, here’s more diarrhea for ya!
I began a very close and personal 10 day relationship with my toilet. It was there for me when I needed it, every time, without fail. “Come to me my weary friend, and rest your hot feverish brow on my cool white porcelain.” I felt I was in good hands with the porcelain prince, and my beloved bed (a.k.a. my sleep nest). My sleep nest is the only cure when I have a migraine, so over the years we have established a strong emotional bond. Yes, between the two of them, I was well cared for. We spent a lot of time together this Christmas season.
This may sound odd, but believe me, given the choice, I’d take the hell of that stomach flu over a bad migraine, any day. The pain with a migraine is relentless. At least with the flu, in between bouts of visiting my beloved porcelain prince, and napping, or more accurately, collapsing in a heap in my nest, I could tend to the needs of the dogs, cats, and birds. I think it goes without saying that house work was LOW priority (but truth be told that’s nothing new). General messiness, and floating dog hair is just kind of a given around here.
The dogs were incredibly good. They were quiet, cooperative, there to cuddle when I needed it, and overall quite attentive to me. Or maybe they just appreciated that I finally figured out what being a member of the pack really means… sleeping as much as possible during the day. Whenever I would sit with them after stumbling out of the bedroom they would all gather around to carefully smell me. People kept telling me “Oh, they know you’re sick and want to take care of you!”
Uhhh, maybe, or maybe they just liked it that after several days without a shower I was, let’s say, rather pungent…”Mmmm, you smell really bad mom, but you know, in a good way! Let me take another whiff just for good measure. Yep, stinky stuff, awesome! You really are becoming one of us!”
I was still in bed on Christmas Eve, and all day on Christmas day too. It was the suckiest Christmas ever *cue violins*
POOOOR me. Nah, not really. I had everything I needed, including family and friends checking up on me by phone. I just hunkered down and waited it out. It was unpleasant, but I mean, it had to end at some point right? RIGHT! And it did! Whew! I am happy to report that I am now fully recovered, and it is all just a sad memory.
Lesson learned. Next year I plan to start decorating for Christmas immediately after Halloween.