Super bug Flu Virus strikes!

Dear peoples who read this blog,

check out this pick. Isn't it pretty? I took it last year on the way to my Aunt's funeral. It's so pretty by the mountains.

Ah...choo....
sneeze, cough, cough,
drip, drip, dripity nose. Sniff.

I've been super sick since last Wednesday, with the worstest, meanest, no funest bug ever. I think it would be a good idea if you remember to disinfect your computer screen after you're done reading this.
It is a nasty virus. So, take precautions.

I know, I was sick not long ago. But this bug is horrrrid, and in a class all it's own.

I didn't even know I was getting sick. I just had a dry, scratchy throat Wednesday morning, and then towards evening, I and my sister both got a fever, and felt awful.

My mom came down with it a day earlier, so I figure that's where we got the bug from. I think she got it at church. Thus the wonderful circle of life ---or sickness continues.

Shall I describe my fever? Horrible. Everywhere aching. I thought my head was about to explode. I wanted to cry and have someone shoot me it was so bad. I had chills and fever so bad that I would wake up drenched in sweat. It's no fun having to find clothes when you're so weak and dizzy that simply getting out of bed is an ordeal.

Oh, and did I mention a horrible cough. Yes. That came too. A lovely cough that shakes the core of your being, and makes your aching head want to explode even more.

And another cheery symptom---throwing up. My mom threw up so many times I was worried that she would get dehydrated. My sis also threw up, and as for myself, I coughed so hard I about did. But I made myself hold it in.

Awe. Poor us. Poor me. Poor world. I have no clue where this bug came from. I had been taking my herbal pills, and drinking my healthy green barley juice, before I got sick.

But for some reason this bug is no respecter of people who are trying to be healthy. It quickly remedies any healthy thing you were doing before you were sick, by making you so sick that you can't take anything.

Ugg. Oh did I mention that being sick is boring. Once the fever is finally gone, which it took forever to leave. You start sort of living again. But not really. You're not really strong enough to do anything, except breath in and out, and cough and make it to the bathroom. So what do you do when you're sick?

I counted the rings holding the curtains. I found the shapes in the plaster on the ceiling, I listened to the ticking of the clock, and watched the traffic pass. I talked to myself. I drank liquid.

I listened to the phone ring. No way was I going to answer it. I sounded (and still sound like a croaking frog)

Drippy nose, drippy sweat, droopy eyes, sore throat, chills, aches, ouch, coughs. All such fun. Not.

You know, I never really miss having a normal TV until I am sick. It would be fun to flip through the channels and watch the commercials. I haven't watched a commercial in several years, minus whatever I see on youtube.

Yes. Flipping through the TV channels would be a very interesting pass time, much more interesting than looking for shapes in the tile on the floor, or watching movie reruns over, and over.

Don't get me wrong. I love movies. Just not watching the same ones. It get's kind of dull.
Reading would be nice, except when you're eyes hurt, you don't really want to read.

Doesn't being ill just make you appreciate all the little things you do with no effort everyday?
Yes. I think so.

We are all very slowly getting better. I'm very glad. If I could get this dratted cough to leave, and get my same energy level back, I'd be in businesses. I'm proud. Today I was able to work on some of my illustrations. But wow. Drawing is a lot of work, and I still get really tired easy. So frustrating.

I'm wondering where in the heckdoe did this bug come from? I'm seriously considering the chem trails. The jets spray above our house almost everyday. I did some digging, and found out what kind of terrible stuff they put out into the air. It's not cool. Lots of bad for you stuff, like particles of heavy metals, etc. Call me paranoid. But at least its nice to have something to blame it on. Right?

Oh, something I have learned from being so sick, besides patience, long suffering, and enduring to the end is-----never--------NEVER----------never--------- ever ever ever everrrrrrrrrrrr drink two glass fulls of cranberry juice on an empty stomach---where you haven't really eaten much in over a couple days. Just don't do it.

You will be sorry.
So very, very sorry.

I was.

You want to know what happens. Think, eat cayenne pepper. Ouch.
But ten times worse than cayenne pepper.

Think stomach cramps that hurt like you've swallowed hot coals.
Think fire, acid, ouch.
Think stuck on toilet for rest of day.
Think you want to die.
Think pray for release of terrible pain.
Think whole body is tied up into a knot.

You will not be happy if you do this. So word of warning.
Just don't do it. And you will add hours of added peace to your life.

I really thought I was going to die. The only thing that helped was some anti diarrhea stuff. I also ate a spoonful of clay stuff.

But man, it took me almost a day and a half to be able to eat again. My insides were so sore, that I didn't really eat much for a long time. That was most miserable.

Aren't you happy I warned you. You should really pay me for telling you that piece of advice. It could save your life someday. Seriously.

Well, I hope you are all well. If not, I greatly sympathize. Get better soon.
There isn't really anything you can do to prepare for being miserable, except make sure your comforts are close at hand. Had I known that we would all be inflicted with such a nasty bug, and imprisoned in the house for so many days, I would have rented a pile of movies, bought myself some mangoes, and cough medicine.

Take care,
Tank up on your vitamin C, D, and omega 3 oils.
And laugh, that is the best medicine, after all---except when you have to cough---then it really hurts.

I can't wait until I feel like Stephanie again. I don't know who I feel like. But not me. I feel more like a being that's been to the moon and back, and is in shock---kind of dazed, and blah.
As it is, I feel more like I've been taken captive to the Twilight zone of boring, where I do the same thing everyday, and can't leave. It's scary, and very dull.

Hope things are very undull for you,
and full of interesting adventures.
We are greatly in need of adventures on my island today. If you have any extra, please send them my way.

from the boring zone
Steph