Stomach Flu with a View

I had a stomach bug.  I guess I still have symptoms that I'm recovering from but it is NOTHING like yesterday.  It's been 20 years or better since I've been sick with flu-like symptoms.  I never took it for granted, either.  Every time someone would have the flu, I would always whisper a quick prayer of thankfulness that I didn't have it, and hadn't had it for some time.  Never, ever, would I even THINK of saying, I haven't had the flu in over 20 years.  I'm smart enough to know you never mention a no-hitter.

That's the problem with being a relatively thankful person.  If you never take something for granted, like two decades of no puking, when it does eventually happen, you feel twice as bad and upset because you tried so hard to recognize your good fortune, and, apparently that alone should have kept all the bad things away.  It doesn't happen.  Instead, you're abandoned by your husband left in the care of your puppies all day on a Friday.  My wonderful abandoner husband made sure I was set up in a freshly fluffed Lovesac downstairs with a medley of clear liquids, a cocktail of medicines, and a stack of entertaining reading material.  Upstairs, he set everything I would need to make a can of soup.  Well, I drank the clear liquids and enjoyed the medical cocktail but the reading material proved ineffectual as I could hardly focus on the small words.  As many people know, I don't sleep very well, and since I'd gotten a whole six hours before the death plagues started, sleep did not come.  After exceeding my television watching attention span of 6 minutes, I was left immobile (except for the VERY frequent trips to the nearby bathroom) with nothing to do except stare at my basement walls.

Here are some revelations from that day:

1.  Travis has not cleaned "his" bathroom downstairs since Obama was elected President.  The first time.

2.  It is amazing that although one doesn't have the energy to climb stairs, one can very effectively clean a disgusting toilet that hasn't been cleaned in a long time.

3.  I timed my short walks to and from the bathroom nearly perfectly.  Except once.  When I fainted.  At least it was on the way back to the Lovesac.

4.  Quick, unexpected naps on the hard carpeted floor by the bathroom are usually reserved for our girl pup, Aurora.  Yesterday, she had a napping buddy while I regained consciousness.  But I'm fine.  Seriously.  I used to pass out all the time when I was little.

5.  Due to the fainting spell, I did not find it in my best interest to walk up the stairs to make soup.  It would have been fine on the way up, but making the soup and eating it would have taken too much energy and then it would have been a tumble down the stairs for sure.  Plus, I didn't really want to eat anything.  I did manage to eat 4 crackers in 10 hours.  Win.

6.  The Great Pyrenees calendar hanging on the wall by the Lovesac was stuck on September.  After pointing this out to my husband, he changed it.  To October.  I requested this though since I thought it would be an injustice not to give the October puppies any air time.

7.  I have 18 license plates hanging in my basement.

And, last but not least...

8.  I won't be eating Casey's sausage pizza for a very long time.