For Sicker...

I'd just like to say that of the experiences I've had in life, hearing the doctor say, "you've got a double ear infection, sinus infection, throat infection, and a touch of bronchitis," is one I would like a substitution for. Say replace it with a very nice sunset or just a night of actual restful sleep. Granted hearing that I'm infected to the gills was a bit better that living with the aftermath of the shot they injected into my butt.

I saw a glimmer in my wife's eyes when the doc mentioned the shot. I'd like to think it was because, having gone through it herself during the week of our big Star Wars Wedding, she knew it would make me all better. I suspect though that she was chuckling to herself in full knowledge of the special kind of hell I was about to go through, that I'm sure I didn't sympathize enough with her when she went through it. That's just a guess.

The first night after getting the shot was filled with strange pains that I cannot satisfactorily describe in words, so I won't.

The shot did what it claimed to and here a few days after taking it I can move around like a pretend human. It is a fake healthy though. The head still buzzes with the infection still lurking underneath. That'll take longer to knock out with ghastly antibiotic pills with a dry horror of an aftertaste.

Still haven't gotten a good night's rest yet, and I'm not optimistic about the near future. To sum it all up... being sick really sucks. I'd rather just be well, please.

PS: Another way to some it up: don't kiss icky germ covered, snot spewing toddlers... even if they look at you with big puppy dog eyes... reaching up at you saying "hug hug hug."