Walking with GERMS

Friday night I had a hot date. With my 6 year old nephew.


Walking with Dinosaurs came to town & being that he is all about some dinosaurs I knew that he would love the show.

What I didn't know is that I would too!


Saying it was awesome really doesn't do it justice. At. All. Neither does my pictures since I only took my little camera & we were in row "L" otherwise known as the nose-bleed seats.

But I did manage to take some AMAZING video footage of the show:


They had some really cool lighting and special effects that brought the whole show together.

If this shows comes to your town you must go see it.

Just take your hand sanitizer with you.

I can only guess one of those short, germ infested, snot-holders are the reason why I am sick. Again. For the third time since September.

The glass half full

I could go over all the bad things about being sick the past two weeks, but instead I'm choosing to look at the glass as half full. Here are some good parts:

-You don't have to make dinner. Or clean. Or go to the store. Or do anything.

-No one makes you feel guilty for napping during the day.

-You can catch up on daytime TV. I found a few rays of sunshine known as The Wendy Williams Show & Wife Swap. Both shows made me feel a whole lot better about myself. How you doing?

-You can eat whatever you want. That is when you actually feel like eating. And sometimes you can actually make special requests, such as McD's fries.

-Your husband brings you gifts like medicine & books.

-You have time to come up with creative ideas. Like Bravo producing a Real Housewives of Utah show. I'm thinking it would save on production costs when you can film the whole show in one house. Get it?

-No one cares if you shave your legs since they are staying as far away as possible anyway.

See being on your deathbed ain't so bad.

The Return of the Living Dead

Unless you follow me on FB, you may not know the reason for my prolonged absence.

I've been Ill. Sick. Unwell. Weak. Fatigued. Achy. Whiny. Dying.

But even worse, I'm not even sure my doctor really knows what the hell was wrong with me.

It started with a dry, scratchy throat on Sunday, then turning to a full blown hacking cough by Monday morning. I figured some Vicks and bed rest would do the trick, but when I woke up with a fever on Tuesday I knew a visit to the doc was necessary.

She took two vials of blood {yes TWO!}, wrote me two {yes TWO!} scripts for cough syrup, slapped my ass and sent me on my way saying it was just a viral infection that would "work itself out."

By Thursday I wasn't sleeping, although I was sweating like one of the Biggest Loser contestants and still coughing my guts up. Sounds like fun huh?

So I called the office back and got a nurse. Not the one I normally see. She said it was the flu and that the CDC had recommended that otherwise healthy people should "just work through it." Are you sensing a pattern?!?

Even when I reiterated just how miserable I was again, Nurse Biznatch just said "That's the flu." in a voice that was a bit too cheery for my taste. Whore.

Anyway long story short I suffered through the weekend before calling again yesterday. My regular nurse said it sounded like the swine flu.

Yes. The SWINE FLU. Remember all that blood they took? Apparently no one ever thought to use it for diagnosis. ~sigh~

She called me in some antibiotics and told me to pick up some Mucinex.

I don't know what it was. They don't know what it was. What I do know is that I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

Word of advice - Wash your hands people. And wash them often.