Every time I turn around someone else is coming down with something icky. I'm not quite 100% myself, but just as I emerge out of the bad part of my own illness, three people I know are knocked down. I have a feeling it's like this for everyone. For every person you know, I bet three more people are coming down with something...
...and at a time like this, who can think of food?
I don't know about the rest of you, but this past week I just haven't wanted anything near my mouth. I think one day I was so frustrated with silverware and gooey stuff touching my lips that I actually ate oven fries for breakfast. Bland, finger food that's easy to pop into the mouth. I've used straws in all beverages (which makes coffee a weird experience). I've just eaten enough to keep going... rice, potatoes, cheese, crackers, a vegetable or two.
My bad sleep habits have also persisted. You'd think that, feeling sick, I'd just sleep all the time. Oh, no. I've perpetuated this weird cycle someone has coined as "night and day inversion." I can't sleep, whether I'm in bed or on the couch reading, until 2 or 3 AM and then I'm not up until about 12 PM. It doesn't feel right, so, during my incubation, I decided to give melatonin a try. It's not like I had anywhere to be, so two nights I tried two different doses...
...and melatonin is not my friend. I felt so much heavier... still couldn't sleep before 1 but I couldn't wake up the next day until about 2 in the afternoon. Even then, I felt like there were rocks in my head, my limbs, my eyelids. This experiment did not help me see the light at the end of the tunnel.
So, other than failed attempts to help our ailments, we're stuck. At home. On the couch. Not in the mood to eat. Music and reading only helps those of you without headaches or grogginess. TV works for almost everyone... except that you feel like your brains are rotting from the inside-out and you're turning into a couch cushion. Everyone tells you to take in plenty of liquids, but the cup is all the way on the table next to you and you just aren't in the mood to lift a limb.
I played lots of Spider Solitaire. Kept my brain gently awake so I didn't feel like a complete blob while the TV was going. I just liked having the noise in the empty apartment. Minerva sat with me most of the bad days trying to keep me company.
But, even as she stared up at me, moved towards her food bowl and looked back at me, as if to say, "Shouldn't you eat something, too?" I couldn't convince myself that eating was a good idea. Food has been the last thing on my mind lately...
...and apparently, countless sets of threes are also having trouble wanting to eat.
I can't imagine craving anything again, though obviously my day will come. This morning I did really want a Pumpkin Spice (1 pump) double tall breve... and I got it. And it was warm. Smelled colorful. And it blocked out, in sips through another stupid straw, these harsh, reflective clouds. I still need shades on these days shrouded in bright, blinding grey whether or not I feel sick.
I'm sure you threes are suffering from your own sensitivities... to movement, light, sound, smell, etc. So, for today, I'll leave you in peace with hopes that your own relieving Pumpkin Spice morning is just around the corner leading you down a path of wanting food again...
Here's a cute little song I hear on The Dean Martin Show that might cheer you threes up:
Listen, big boy,
Now that you got me made,
Goodness, but I'm afraid,
Somethin's gonna happen to you!
Listen, big boy,
You gotta be hooked, and how,
I would die if I should lose you now!
Button up your overcoat,
When the wind is free,
Take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!
Eat an apple every day,
Get to bed by three,
Oh, take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!
Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh,
Cut out sweets, ooh-ooh,
Lay off meat, ooh-ooh,
You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum!
Wear your flannel underwear,
When you climb a tree,
Oh, take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!
Button up your overcoat,
When the wind is free,
Oh, take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!Boop-boop-a-doop!
When you sass a traffic cop,
Use diplomacy;
Just take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!
Beware of frozen ponds, ooh-ooh,
Stocks and bonds, ooh-ooh,
Peroxide blondes, ooh-ooh,
You'll get a pain and ruin your bankroll!
Keep the spoon out of your cup,
When you're drinking tea,
Oh, take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!
Don't sit on hornet's tails, ooh-ooh!
Or on nails, ooh-ooh!
Or third rails, ooh-ooh!
You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum!
Keep away from bootleg hooch
When you're on a spree,
Oh, take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!
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