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xiphias ([personal profile] xiphias) wrote2007-01-05 09:15 pm
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The 23 Psa*coughhackwheezehackhack*lm

A psalm of the sickbed. The Nyquil is my shephard, I shall not cough.
It maketh me to line down in warm blankets, it leadeth me to the still waters of the toilet if I have to puke.
It restoreth my soul; it guideth me along straightish paths to the kitchen with only some wobbling and smashing into walls.
Yea, though I walk through the shadow of the valley of the Creeping Crud which is hitting, like, half the people on my friends list, I will fear no virus, for thou are with me; thy Tylenol and thy Benadryl, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a bed-tray before me in the presence of the virus (although I can't eat much on it); my Cup-O-Soup runneth over (I'll clean that up later.)
Surely goodness and health shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall get out of this frickin' house some time before Sunday when I have to teach Hebrew school.

(Actually, so far, I've not had nausea. Knock on wood.)

[identity profile] xiphias.livejournal.com 2007-01-06 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
I am hoping to be healthy by tomorrow. I'll email you tomorrow night if I'm not okay, or if I am. Sunday is when I teach Hebrew school, and I HAVE to be better by then.

In any case, it feels like today was the low point, which usually means that I have half-a-day of feeling pretty icky, and I'll be fine by tomorrow afternoon or tomorrow night.

I'll let you know either way.