A Day From Bed

Today finds me stuck in bed (as you can see by my disheveled hair). Yesterday did too. Saturday I felt a slight tickle in my throat, Sunday morning that tickle was a grip, and today it’s a punch in my face.

(sigh)

Being sickly isn’t fun, not for me. I’m fighting it with echinacea and Sudafed plus lots and lots of water. Ok, so I’m not JUST in bed, I’m either there or going potty from all the water. TMI? Maybe. But if I didn’t report that then some smart alec would probably suggest I pee’d myself if I only stayed in bed. I don’t pee myself… anymore.

There was that one time when I was borrowing Icky Dave’s (my boyfriend at the time; we had several Dave’s in our circle of friend’s so they crowned him the icky one because of his long hair and sideless t-shirts, and I met him at a roller skating rink… at 18 years old… it didn’t last long) black Camaro and he was late showing up at his (parents) empty, locked house. As I crouched around to the back yard to find a secluded spot, the FLOOD LIGHTS CAME BLARING ON and the neighbor dog began to bark, ruining my chance for quick relief. Sitting in his driver’s seat trying to think of anything but peeing, the urge worsened. Not to reveal how aged I am, but I will say this was pre-cell phone days when pagers were for the rich & famous so I had no way of contacting him for his ETA. Then I pee’d a little, then a lot and it wouldn’t stop. Shocked, I sat in self-humiliation wondering what I would do next: get out and panic, stay and face the music, drive home to shower my bottom half and change then come back? I did the latter, tried to paper towel dry the seat (it was leather, I’m pretty sure it just seeped down the crack and got into the padding and carpet, I couldn’t tell) and came back changed. We broke up soon after (thank goodness because had I married him we would’ve lived in his parents dank basement with his unkept pet rats) but for reasons other than my temporary incontinence.

So here’s a photo essay of today from bed…

My companion, Posie (named after Ben's favorite band, The Posies; she's a ShihTzu-Maltese). She's not here necessarily because I am lonely, it's mostly because if she were downstairs she would just bark at people walking by our house and THAT is annoying when one is trying to rest.

The chandelier to be installed above the master tub, that shelf is supposed to be above the bed (but the bed is on the floor, so I don't want to hang it until I know for sure how high it should be), then the pile of decorative pillows that only see the bed when we think someone other than family or close friends might enter our bed chamber with my painted pajama pants I only wear because I'm chilly.

A perk to having a self-employed spouse is that sometimes he happens to be working from home the same day I'm sickly so he brings me lunch in bed. And there's some tissues that I can use when I stand up and all of a sudden my nose starts to drip from the gravity change.

Dudes, my husband makes THE BEST muffins (moist and textured just right).

My view of some mountain tops out my bedroom window (I'm 3 floors up from the backyard).

And the buttery, flakey, blueberry (all those antioxidants should do me good, yes?) pie from Eliane's French Bakery (yes, I DID lick the plate... I wasn't about to let all those heavenly flakes go to waste).

Here’s to hoping tomorrow I’ll be on the mend and leave my room. I’m bored. Learning how to transition from PC to Mac is a lot of work for me. And there’s only so much Pinterest, Facebook, and Twitter a girl can do all in a row before everything starts to look the same!

P.S. Thankful for the most awesome husband I could ever wish for and y’all should be jealous because he takes care of EVERYTHING when I’m sick (and all the time, really). (He took the kids up the canyon for sledding after school today so the house would be quiet for me.) Ben, you’re amazing and I love you hard. And I’m glad our marriage isn’t, like, whatever ;)

XoxO