I spent yesterday sick with the flu. AGAIN. This is the fourth time since Brooke has been born that I’ve had the flu. Even though I had a massive headache, fever and chills, and was puking up my guts, there were some good parts of the day:
#1 Dallas had the day off and so he took care of Brooke all day. What a dear, sweet husband! (When I went into the kitchen, I saw that Brooke’s lunch consisted of M&Ms and chocolate milk. I didn’t even ask what he fed her for dinner.)
#2Â I didn’t have to feel guilty lying in bed all day watching the Olympics.
#3 My weekly presidency meeting was cancelled. Even though I was feeling sick, I hadn’t thrown up yet so I was still going to go. I was in denial that I could have the flu again. A few minutes before the meeting, someone called to tell me it was cancelled. From my calculations, I would have thrown up twice during the meeting.
#4 I was reminded of a fun situation that happened last time I had the flu. I woke up in the middle of the night with the feeling that something was in my stomach that shouldn’t be. I finally threw up and felt much better. I went into the kitchen to get a drink. As I was coming back to bed I saw a huge centipede. I got a shoe and smashed it. However, I didn’t kill it the first time and so I had to hit it several times. It was making me sick again to bend over and I was getting frustrated so I yelled, “Die! Die!” Dallas came out of our bedroom looking worried and asked what was going on. I explained.
The next morning Dallas told me how the night unfolded from his perspective. He was rudely awakened by my boisterous vomiting. Then he heard me go into the kitchen. The next thing he heard was pounding and me saying, “Die! Die!” He imagined I was nearly passed out on the floor, hitting the ground, willing myself to die because I was so sick.
If I get the flu again anytime in the near future, that may very well be the scenario.
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