Sick

"I cannot go to school today", said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, a gash a rash and purple bumps......."

Like little Peggy Ann I would like to fake going blind in my right eye and a temperature of one-o-eight. It sounds wonderful to lie in bed all day. Children banned from my room because I am toxic. A book in hand and full control of the remote. No Bubble Guppies, no Phineas and Ferb, no American Choppers or hunting shows. Total bliss, right? Wrong!

The problem with Peggy Ann's plan is.... Being sick, sucks! This time around I preferred the floor to my bed to writhe around, which meant the remote didn't have line of sight to the TV, and I couldn't use it without getting out of my preferred ball. Also, have you ever, ever noticed how many food commercials there are? For one suffering from severe nausea, I would rather watch my life flash before my eyes then see a mouth-watering ANYTHING! Also, reading while the world is spinning, while in a ball in the corner of my room, with bad lighting does not work so well. Especially if you are reading a book printed 30-years-ago in a terrible and tiny font. (The Count of Monte Cristo, if you must know.) The only acceptable way to pass the hours was in sleep, which I did a lot of (gratefully). I even still managed to sleep at nights as well.

Things are looking up for Peggy Ann and I. I was able to feed my children, which meant they were no longer fending for themselves when Ryan wasn't around. I believe the Lucky Charms and Cup-o-Noodles are gone. Unlike Peggy Ann I will not be going out to play, yet. Us grown-ups need extended recovery times.

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