jebus! trying to use the roomba to vacuum up pine needles around the tree seems to have redistributed the pine needles all over the room. all over!

I'm joining the pain/sickness crowd with great disappointment. I've been doing so well this season, but yesterday, BAM. Headcold o rama.

I feel I should apologize to Sparky and her most excellent DH. The brought their sweet Sass to the last doggy lama workshop of the year and I was, quite simply, crap. Sorry guys!

The pain in my head was so bad that aspirin couldn't touch it and eventually led me to throwing up in the night. SO not fun.

In bright side news, I'm not coughing and the pain is now gone. I've just got that 'code in my node' thing going on and a little bit of the sore throat left.

More Vit. C and tea for me. (sounds like a children's book I should write). AAAChhhUUGH. Ugh. Somebody pass the tissues.

jebus! trying to use the roomba to vacuum up pine needles around the tree seems to have redistributed the pine needles all over the room. all over!

Blame the cat.

Feel better, bonny!

I woke up early and very sore this morning, but the soreness seems to be passing.

Bonny, sorry you are sick too.

Nora, that's awful frustraging (yeah, typo, but I left it cuz I like it) about the pine needles.

my stupid cruel sore throat is back, one tonsil is swollen but not white, not sure if it is especially reddish.

sending her honey-lemon-cinnamon-sage-ginger tea via interwebs

And hot saltwater gargle. It tastes like ass, but it will make your throat feel better, and help disinfect it, too.

Sounds like a migraine, bonny. I've got nothing helpful, but I'm glad you're feeling better. Health wishes to both of you.

Nora, sorry about the nauseous Roomba!

Shir, excellent is good, right?

Thanks for the good wishes guys. I've been trying to disavow the possibility of migraines but I'm beginning to think it is a possibility. Rgh.

To add to my ickiness, I just. this. minute. tuned in to see another of the puppies leave. I think I'm going to delete that bookmark. I've seen the best of it the rest is only sorrow.

At least my pooch is in heaven. I ventured out to the market with the last of my energy to pick up some turkey to make soup later. The butcher across the way gave me the best bone ever and Bartleby is gleefully consuming it. He's so. so. happy.

That makes me feel better.

Shir, excellent is good, right?

I think so. I'm just a little bit confused about the rigorous remark. He wrote it like it's a bad thing. (But not confused enough to ask him, though).

Erin, could you taste the Benadryl? For some reason I can taste it when they infuse it IV.

Not that I noticed, ita. But after they pumped the Ben on top of the morphine, I was out so fast a donkey could have crapped in my mouth and I wouldn't have noticed.

"Too rigorous?" That's...odd, Shir. I mean, maybe he could have meant too detailed but "too rigorous"? It's like "You worked too hard on this paper! Stop that!"

Also, I only just now realized that it's probably (past) Magic Beer time! I should do something about that.

I want Magic Beer, but, given that I'm taking percocet and flexiril around the clock, I can't exactly *drink* it. If I happen to be out and see it, I'm going to buy it and stash it for when I'm not consuming large quantities of narcotics.

My back pain is still at "tolerable," and I'm hoping it'll get with the program and go away totally. Still, it's light-years better than it was yesterday.

Seriously, you guys. I couldn't stand, couldn't walk -- I had to hit the floor on all fours and army crawl to the door, and even that was agonizing, because *any* movement of my left leg, even passive movement, was excruciating. I was weeping and howling and gasping non-stop. I've never been like that before. I think it scared the hell out of The Boy.

Although he told me later (after we got home from the ER and the crisis was averted) "You're a hard person to help." I *know* that, but here's the sitch: he kept telling me to lean on him, or wanted to help me roll over/stand up/whatever, and the problem FOR ME was that I didn't know what would be okay and what would cause way more pain. And I was afraid that if I leaned on him, if the pain was too bad, I'd hit the floor and take him down with me.

Of course I couldn't explain all that during the worst of the pain, because all I could do was weep and gasp and howl. But when I explained it last night, he seemed to accept it.

Although he still seemed a little annoyed at me for not accepting help, and it was all I could do to *not* snap "This is SO Not About You, buddy," at him.

Anyway, I'm chilling out, taking my drugs, hoping the pain will keep on receding.

The weirdest fucking thing happened in the middle of the night (while The Boy was at a party): all of a sudden, the whole front side of my leg and the sole of my foot started *burning* horribly. Like, to the point where I thought I was having some sort of delayed reaction to the dilaudid and that maybe my leg was going to be all covered in blisters.

It wasn't; it was just this awful burning feeling that lasted for about 30 minutes and then was gone. It happened again in the middle of the night -- same thing, about 30 minutes and then gone.

I'm wondering if that burny-ness was similar to getting pins-and-needles in a limb -- you know how, when you have pins-and-needles, and you adjust yourself in order to alleviate the pins-and-needles, but in getting your limb in a healthy position, the pins-and-needles get WORSE momentarily before they get better? I'm wondering -- hoping -- that that's what was behind the burny-ness in my leg last night. That maybe whatever inflamed muscle was pressing on my sciatic nerve got less inflamed, and so the sciatic nerve was less compressed, and was doing the pins-and-needles thing as it got back into a non-compressed state of being.

Of course, that could be total bullshit wishful thinking, but it does make a certain kind of sense. To me, at least.