…and AGMA’s out.
I have the flu.
At least I think it’s the flu. Fever, mild chills, congestion, coughing, just feeling over all crappy. I’d be willing to write it off as a cold if it wasn’t for the fever. AGMA rarely gets a fever.
I need to get rid of this. Fast.
AGMA’s going on another juant… Back to Barcelona to track down those darned would be purse thieves. Read about my harrowing adventure here.
And I leave on Sunday morning which doesn’t give me a lot of time to heal.
(Just kidding about the purse thieves. I’m not on steroids anymore so they’d probably beat the crap out of me.)
Son #2 wants me to go to a Doc-in-a-Box.
Great idea, but it snowed last night in Atlanta. Again. And it’s really cold so…once again….the whole city has shut down.
Including the Doc-in-a-Boxes…
Evidently getting sick in Atlanta when it snows is a risky proposition.
I emailed my regular doc. I love her, but she tends to be very conventional. She said it ‘could’ just be a cold. Some colds present with fevers. And they can last anywhere from 24 to 36 hours, and if mine lasts more than 36 hours, I should come in.
Except they were closed today. I plan to be on the phone bright an early tomorrow morning.
I’m sick of being sick if you know what I mean.
I started to get a cold in mid-December but immediately did my Kung Fu cold fighting moves. Oil of Oregano, Umcka drops, zinc lozenges, neti pot (such a delightful experience…), fizzy vitamin C.
And it went away with nary a sneeze.
AGMA was feelin’ pretty, pretty cocky.
Then, I came down with the mother of all colds on Christmas Day when we were in Chicago. Courtesy of TMAGCITW otherwise know as the adorable germ factories.
And I didn’t have any of my Kung Fu voodoo stuff with me.
Oh the humanity!
It took me a while to shake that cold. I must have gone through 3 boxes of tissues. I had no idea one person could produce that much mucus. Except Trump of course. I’m sure he can out mucus/snot anybody with the best mucus/snot from the best sinus’ ever.
Then I awakened on Monday and whispered those 4 little words that Hubs really never wants to hear.
“I think I’m sick.”
Actually, I croaked them.
So I was hacking and coughing and snotting. And feeling really, really lazy. Then yesterday I had some pretty serious body aches and started to get chills. “Mr. Feder, you sound like a real attractive guy.”
And I though I felt a bit warm, but AGMA couldn’t find out new fangled thermometer that you stick in your ear.
But I honestly didn’t suspect the flu. What a dolt….
So I went about my business yesterday. I had a corporate chair massage job in the afternoon. I loaded up on cough suppressant and the kids stuff that dries your nose up. I had 10 clients. Oops.
Then I went to a “Paint like Bob Ross” night at a local pizza place. I felt like sh*t, but we’d paid for it already so I went. AGMA didn’t want to be a wimp. After all, I’m a mom, I know how to power through.
In hindsight (and I have spectacular hindsight), I wouldn’t have done the chair massage job. But the Bob Ross night was a total HOOT – we got wigs and painted a snowy mountain scene. I probably would have still done that.
Don’t judge me.
I got concerned today when I finally found the ‘stick in you ear’ thermometer (honestly, are those things really accurate?). I was at nearly 101.
Then I looked up the symptoms of this 2018 version of the flu. I had 6 out of the 8 symptoms.
AGMA has cleared my calendar until I leave.
I missed dinner with Son#2 tonight. It was his early birthday dinner – I’ll be gone on his real birthday. This makes me sad. Hubs went out with him instead.
And I’ll be missing an event called Power to the Polls GA on Saturday to mark the 1 year anniversary of the Women’s March in DC and Atlanta. Instead of marching again this year, the organizers are maturing the local resistance movement to bring together amazing speakers, have workshops in grassroots empowerment and provide plenty of volunteer opportunities as the 2018 mid-terms approach. And considering the Yuge Girth Cheeto Sh*thole’s antics of the past week, those mid-terms can’t get here fast enough.
AGMA will certainly be engaged in continued resistance to the attempted dismantling of our democracy. But it’s just nice to be around folks who have really put some skin in the game. And are wearing pink pussy hats.
I know, a barely 1st world problem (because we’re barely a 1st world country anymore.)
AGMA’s out after her three strikes.
I’m tired and sad that I am missing fun and important stuff. And I’m concerned about flying in an enclosed metal tube with recirculated air for 9 hours on Sunday. And coughing.
So AGMA’s going to tuck in for the night and pretend like everything is going to be fine.
Hope springs eternal.
See you in Barcelona!