08 December 2006

Then I know, I better get back in the line....

I will come out and admit, I had the flu. I'm still reeling from the fact that I was this sick but it even happens to the best of us. It was horrible. I got so cold at one point I had on 3 pairs of socks and sat by the heating vent in my son's room while he raced cars on his train track.

The catfish named Emily died. I told my son that he wasn't going to make it through the night and that we should pay our last respects to him now. "You were a good catfish and lived for almost 2 years."

So he died later the next day and I wrapped him in a paper towel and buried him under the lilac tree next to where his goldfish friends Car and Sid are also buried. I have always buried my fish. I feel they would be happy to return to the earth.

I thought we were going to get snow last night, but all we have this morning is bitter cold with a wind chill of about 6. Still I must venture out and buy some whiskey for the cough. Oh yes and we have to-I mean we HAVE TO mail the letter to Santa.

Oh yes and since Melvin is also sick we kind of spaced out and sat in front of the tv for far too long last night. First we watched Classic Album on VH1 and it was about Dark Side of the Moon. Then I was ready to go to bed and Kinks Christmas special was on next, so I had to see my Ray.

"Desperation is the English way"


JC said...

Sorry about the flu! The flu is the worst, I'm hoping the flu shot I got will protect me. Sorry about the catfish.

It's cold here too, but not that cold! I'm sick of cold already, and winter hasn't even started officially.

By the way, I saw your comment about the IRS on margaret's blog. That's me. So no need to worry. I just don't like to talk about it on my blog because I don't want anyone from work reading it.

paintergirl said...

jc-I am so relieved it's you. I just had this nagging feeling about that-god bless ya for telling me. I get all paranoid sometimes.

It's funny- I have this cheat sheet of various sicky mart symptoms and I proclaimed-"damnit I think I have the flu"

I hope you don't get it either. I hate to hear anyone getting the flu. My head was in a vise. Really. Had some pretty wacky dreams though-probably the fever.

marybishop said...

Fell better Sweetie! Take it easy, feet up, lots of fluids, stay warm, eat your veggies, take your vitamins, have a couple of drinks... ;-)

paintergirl said...

Thanks mary! Slowly on the mend...

Anonymous said...

Oh lordy, I SO feel for you! My kids are sick and I am fighting it the best I can...hope you feel better soon!

acumamakiki said...

sorry to hear you were down with the flu ~ it so totally sucks.
glad though, that you're feeling better before christmas comes. i've told my girl that she can just shout out what she wants to santa because he can hear.
today i think she saw what she shouted out to santa, except it didn't compute. she kept saying, let me go into that closet, i need to see what's in that closet.......first year we had a basement, she saw her damn santa present, a new bike. i told her santa needed to store it in our basement since the workshop was full of other toys. she was 3 it was a good one. i just wonder now though, that she might resent my stories later, when she realizes it's all a bunch of crap.

we're going to see the windows and the tree on christmas day. the city isn't so crowded and it makes the day less sad, being away from family and all.

paintergirl said...

Stepping over-Hey I'm so hapy you came by! I hope you are remaining steady in this sea of sickness. I don't think I can look at oatmeal and not think of your story.

kiki-that's a great idea about the windows on christmas. isn't it the worst day on the 16th? I hate fighting street mobs.
She saw her bike?! Man I bet you were like Holy crud. That was a good story though. Good save mom. You know my parents used to tell me stuff too-I don't think A will resent your stories. It's all about believing, and she'll love you for the beliefs.

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