Like Mike at Cold Fury, I have been laid LOW by this flu, my good people. Last night, I thrashed about in bed, tossing, turning, thrashed so hard that my bed moved an inch or two away from the wall. At one point, I actually whimpered, I am sorry to say.
Today the fog has cleared a bit.
More to come...
Posted by Sheila O'Malley at September 17, 2003 12:53 PM | TrackBackSopa de pollo con un poco de limon, bien caliente.
Posted by: Val Prieto at September 17, 2003 01:20 PMHehehe. Hot chicken soup with a little lemon in it. My mom's cure-all recipe. Unless of course, you prefer, in her words, a Veebaporub (Vick's Vapor Rub)rub down.
Posted by: Val Prieto at September 17, 2003 01:26 PMOne bowl of hot chicken soup and two shots of cold Jagermeister. Good luck.
Posted by: Patrick at September 17, 2003 04:10 PMSince you can't sleep anway, read what the idiots have to say at the democraticunderground.com....
Posted by: ....a moment with Easycure at September 17, 2003 04:22 PMstout with turkey101 should do it
Posted by: Jim at September 17, 2003 04:53 PMHere's somthing to do while you're under the weather: WordPirates.
Posted by: Jim Moran at September 17, 2003 08:36 PMAin't it awful? Usually, thrashing around so hard you move the bed an inch or two from the wall can be regarded as a good thing...myself, I was coughing so hard I moved the bed an inch or two etc. Ugh.
Posted by: Mike at September 18, 2003 10:53 AM