Metal Meredith

I am not sure why I can’t escape it this time. Since Henry was born, I seemed to have either been more sick when I get sick, or I am getting the same ailment more than once in a short time span. And dammit, it just isn’t fair.

This time, I had that same miserable fever and aches virus that lasted another 48 hours. I just had it 3 weeks ago. I spent 2 evenings in bed, on top of a heating pad, under 4 layers of blankets and 3 layers of clothing. I don’t remember much, but I do recall many hallucinations about meatballs, the Sunny Patch Friends, Lost, The Hamptons, movie producing and Republican Conspiracies. I kept yelling out how I wasn’t entertaining Lost theories while I was so sick. Who was I yelling to? Myself.

While others are able to treat sickness with a hefty dose of sleep and drugs, I lie awake and unable to sleep. These viruses send my brain into overtime. It is nearly impossible to turn it off. Each time my eyes droop closed, my brain starts in on theories and solving problems and putting out fires. Not ones that might save the world, no. These are more like how to get the actor to respond to thoughts on the commercial I am shooting. Or how my stomach actually hurts because Republicans have kidnapped me and inserted some sort of internal tracking device that makes me hard and unfeeling. (No really, I seriously had that one, I am not trying to create drama here!)

It also seems that no amount of over the counter drug can help me. Those are the times that I curse my need to destroy all narcotic prescriptions as they are no longer needed. How I wish I had that Codeine to make me pass out. I wanted to feel no pain!

Happily, I am one entire day free of a fever now. The aches and pains are all but gone with exception of a dull throat ache. Phil stepped up to the plate and not only worked on his own projects, but kept the children alive and thriving, made goodie bags for Vivienne’s “School Birthday” and took them to Target to get Icees. He is a good man, that one.