It was a shitty Christmas.
Literally.
On Monday night, Rod got what I affectionately refer to as "The Dystentery" and what my brother likes to call "The Carletti Ebola." This basically caused him to simultaneously have diarrhea and vomiting for 24 hours. Thankfully, I did not get The Dysentery myself - I had it in the spring, so maybe I'm immune or something - but I got a nasty cold and was absolutely freezing. I just couldn't get warm - I had two blankets over me, the heat jacked up, and I could feel that there was warnth around me but I still had goosebumps. Just awful.
So we didn't get to go to Jen's for Christmas Eve, which sucked. And we didn't get to go home for Christmas, which also sucked. But we were together - ill, but together, and so it sucked a little less than just being alone and sick would have.
On Christmas Eve Day, I made a trip to the supermarket to attempt to buy Kaopectate. I wound up wandering through the aisles, confused and feverish, trying to find Kaopectate and foods that were "bland but Christmasy." THat was my mantra as I trudged through the store - "bland but Christmasy, bland but Christmasy, bland but Christmasy" - have you any idea how hard it is to mesh those two concepts?? Have you any concept of how tough it is to do when you're sick?
By the time I got home I had no idea what I'd bought. Hell, I hardly had any idea when I got to the checkout. There was rice and brie and chicken and raspberry turnovers. Don't ask.
So now I get to have Christmas tomorrow - and then again on Sunday. Yippee. Yahoo even. It's the 27th and already it seems like Christmas was some distant memory that I now have to relive - or live - tomorrow. Can't I just nap instead?
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