Female Version of a Man-Cold

Not really.

I WAS sick. But it was much, much worse than a man-cold.

I've been sick. Real sick.

It all started on Sunday night.

I'll spare you the details. All I'll say is I had a portabello mushroom flavored pork tenderloin sandwich on sourdough bread with provolone cheese for dinner and a brownie for dessert. And I (plus my toilet) saw it all over again in a different form about 9 hours later.

Mr. Toilet and I are now BFF's. We have a firm understanding that as long as I keep him clean, he'll always be there for me.

Good to know.

It was a 24 hour bug. I had actually come into work (remember, I drive an hour EACH WAY to work) on Monday morning, only to sit down and promptly get back up to drive home.

I apologize now to all those driving on Highway 7 for my Gatorade and half dry bagels re-visit. I promise never to leave a lime green puddle on the highway again.

I learned my lesson. If you throw up a couple of hours before you're due at work, just don't go in. It's OK to call in sick. In fact, your asshole co-worker will loudly proclaim that you "JUST NEED TO GO HOME CAUSE I AIN'T GOT NO MORE PTO DAYS AND I CAIN'T AFFORD TA BE SICK RIGHT NAW" and same asshole co-worker will follow you as you leave through the door spraying Lysol in your wake.

Thank goodness for mommies who live with their grown children.

Yes, I could have taken care of myself but I am glad that my mom was there to bring me small cups of ginger ale (even though I was so dehydrated that I felt I could have downed all of Niagara Falls...twice) and a few unsalted saltines (that's what they call an oxy-moron, right?).

The worst part? I couldn't hug or kiss Light of My Life. I didn't want to pass on the germs. I actually cried a bit because I couldn't hug her and cuddle with her like normal. Broke my heart.

(I know that I haven't fully recuperated because I'm sitting here actually enjoying Nickelback in my iPod when normally it makes me want to toss my iPod against a wall....hard)

Anyhoo...I took yesterday off as well to finish feeling better.

I'm 100% better now.

However, my mom is not.

Now I feel like shit for passing it on.

Chances are, Light of My Life will get it and be out on Friday. The last day of school. The day she gets to go to school in her pj's and watch The Polar Express and sit in desks that have been arranged like a passenger train and drink hot chocolate and eat all sorts of sugary crap that kids thrive on.

I hate female versions of man-colds.

Later,

Mama Dawg

P.S. Thanks to all that were concerned for me. I was not ignoring any of you. I even managed to make it to the library yesterday to check e-mail and a few blogs. All of you are lovely, lovely people for being concerned.