These two go hand in hand:
I miss being on the water all the time.
And I miss my mom.
I especially miss my mom when I'm sick.
Someone putting a cold washcloth on your forehead or neck, bringing you juice/water when your throat hurts, rubbing your back when you are trying to fall asleep.
I had the flu last week.
Really I've been sickly for around a month now, but it got way worse with the flu starting on Tues.
I ran a fever on and off nearly all last week. More on than off. I think it only broke when I finally got over the flu on Sunday. I felt like my brain was mush at the end of it. Add coughing, runny nose, muscle aches, shivering, and an occasional bought of vomiting and thats how my week went. I finally went to the doctor on Thursday when my temp reached 102, and I started thinking perhaps it was winning the battle. They gave me Tamiflu, which no one in Pryor had, since the flu is like an epidemic here. I drove to Claremore to pick it up, and got a cough medicine that's more hallucinogen than cough syrup.
I miss being young and able to bounce back from illness.
I've been back at work for a few days, but I'm exhausted when I finally get home at the end of the day, sleep like the dead, and drag myself out of bed again.
I DO NOT MISS the Flu.
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