Poor me

Sunday, 3:48 pm

By Kate

May

22

2005

If I may take a moment to indulge in self-pity....

A terrible, awful stomach virus took possession of me last night. Rather suddenly. It has been a few years since that has happened and it wasn’t a happy occassion. I felt so utterly wretched and put-upon that tears literally streamed down my face as I hugged the porcelain. I am very fortunate that I am rarely sick, but when something hits, it’s as if the universe has ganged up on me and I’m completely insulted and angry. Obviously I don’t do sick very well and I hope to heaven that’s the worst thing I have to worry about for a very long time. I’m a lousy patient.

What with all my carrying on in the bathroom, I woke the lad. He was quite alarmed. He hurriedly grabbed a couple of towels out of the dryer and lined a bucket with a trash bag. He laid the towels out on the floor beside my bed and placed the bucket in the middle—just in case. What a sweetheart. A much better alternative than dragging a blanket and pillow into the bathroom to await the next onslaught!

Things seem to be on the mend now and I’m nibbling on saltine crackers and washing them down with water. So far, so good. My stomach has stopped twisting itself into pretzel shapes and now simply aches. Discomfort, but not the kind of pain that makes me want to tear gashes in the walls.

I have no idea where it came from and I surely hope the lad doesn’t get it.