Tuesday, November 15, 2005

A few histrionics

Captain's Log, Stardate 11.15.2005

I am crawling up from the jaws of death...

Okay, well, maybe not that melodramatic. But that opening line should warn you I'm about to turn into one of those complaining old women who tell every stranger they meet about every ailment that afflicted them in the past decade.

I'm at the computer since I have a rare moment of wellness in the midst of all my trials and tribulations.

I got sick last week Wednesday night--no problem, just a cold, right? A sore throat turned into a chest-deep cough that's still around. Add to that an eye infection I got sometime this weekend. Pile on my sensitive stomach, which rebelled against the regular doses of ibuprofen I was downing, by doing a complete shut-down.

I have had the most miserable day of my life today. I haven't been able to keep anything down--not even water--and also no medication. Dehydration or maybe withdrawal from my caffeine addiction caused a massive headache.

Brilliant scientist that I am, I finally thought to slap on the motion sickness patch I use when traveling, which primarily soothes my stomach rather than equilibrating my unstable inner ear. Armed with subdermal drugs, I took a couple Tylenols and I'm finally headache free for the first time in 24 hours.

Soda crackers really are wonderful things.

Mucho thanks to my prayer warriors who responded earlier tonight with resounding force. Thanks also to Mary, who took over my Genesis contest duties while I lay on my deathbed.

Speaking of beds...I'm back to mine. Now that the headache's gone, I can read a bit. I might even eat some soup later.


  1. Awwww hope you are doing better!

  2. Get well soon, girl! Prayers for healing!

  3. Hey girl! Hope you're feeling better. Still praying for ya.

  4. Still praying for you, Sweetie. Please get well soon!


  5. I'll keep praying.
    I'm glad you're managing some crackers.
    Wish I was there to fuss over you!

  6. Camy, just in case you're contagious, I'm gonna sit over---------------------------------------------------->here.

    I'm glad today was a bit of a break in the horror of being sick. Puking is never fun.

    Hope the prayers we've sent up have you dancing and having a lovely bowl of your fave soup tomorrow.


  7. Camy,
    Do get better. And don't worry about the contest. You already did all the hard work! :)

    Rest up,
    Mary G.