Same story, different day. Still feeling like crap. My advice, do not try fighting off a cold, you just prolong it. It'll take it's time, and have it's way with you anyway. I decided to give up and lay on the couch for a few days with my book. I managed to finish the 1200 page tome. Because of this I really have nothing too interesting to write unless you want a detailed essay and critique of said book.
What I've decided to do is instead write a little anecdote about pre-35 Vader. Yes, I've gotten him sick too and it's making me remember the first time D brought strep throat home to share with his whole family. (Not a good month, thanks a lot preschool.) Vader thinks two things; first he believes that cough medicine actually cures the cough, doesn't just stop the symptoms, and also he believes that the dosage he takes should correspond to how crappy he feels, not what the bottle says. We use the Delsym in this house, I'm a strong believer in it. (Granted, it hasn't helped me with this cold, but normally it's very good. Vader is sure I'd be cured by now if I was taking it regularly.) So one day 2 years ago, while we're all suffering with the strep, Vader can't take it anymore, he goes to get some Delsym. I walk in as he's literally drinking cupfuls of it. I start yelling, waving my hands, yanking his medicine-taking arm, grabbing for the medicine, clawing his eyes out, anything to stop him. Vader gets pissed. He explains how he's very sick and he's a big man, he can't take any "kid" doses. I asked if he even looked at the dosage. Of course he didn't. He explains that last time he must've taken too small a dosage because he's still sick, so if he wants it to do some good, he's got to take a lot. I start yelling about overdoses, cough medicine not curing anything, stomach pumping, drug addiction, and how he's making me lose my sanity. Shortly thereafter we head for bed. Vader, however, didn't spend more than a couple hours in bed. Poor Vader, didn't read directions, or even god forbid listen to his wife, he got to sit up in the bathroom for most of the night with explosive diarrhea. Lesson learned you ask, indeed it wasn't. More on that another day, Readers.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...nothing like a good case of explosive diarrhea to get the party started.
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