Fatboy spent Black Friday, Happy Saturday, and Hooky Sunday on the couch and floor. Sick with the cold virus. Beautiful and I both had dry, cracking throats leaving her parents’ house Thursday night after food and fun, but colds certainly start days before, so we must have been exposed to something together Monday or Tuesday.
I went from being perfectly clear in the lungs and sinuses to being a freaky, slimy, smelly mess by Saturday morning. You know the sick, snot smell that oozes out of your pores with a bad cold. That was me. I was running a temperature Sunday that got me popping Tylenol Cold caplets every 4 hours. I called clinic’s on-call number around 6pm at Sue’s insistence and they told me to come in today at lunch.
I cut my hair and Beautiful accessed my port this morning (another stellar job, Babe!) because no one in their right mind enjoys having a hastily-placed, iodine-prepped dressing that includes a 3/4″ needle in a 1/2″ port when one’s wife is perfectly and superiorly capable of doing it properly.
Thanksgiving Day is upon us. Today is my day to rest, relax, recuperate, and eat tons of food and hydrate like a sponge. We are heading over to my in-laws’ for the day around 11:00 for an early lunch with turkey dinner around 4:00, followed by an evening of games and leftovers with even more friends. I think we’ll have 13 people for game time, so it should be plenty of socializing for this socially-starved introvert.
I’m working too hard again. It’s happened before, has happened again, and will likely happen again in the future. I’ve worked myself to the core. When the core gets exposed, it’s a real downer that feels like I’m falling apart. Literally.
If any friends or family members don’t want to think about me bleeding from my lungs or what my cough is like from my perspective, come back for my next post… this one might be disturbing to you, but if you can stand it, it will give you a lot of insight into my past and present.