Sick!
My buddy was explaining the illness that started for him on Thursday and ravaged him by Sunday. He hadn't eaten anything for two days.
"I never get sick," I told him. "It must suck to be a wimp."
Then I thought, that his illness must've sucked and my OCD kicked in. I walked way, found my hand sanitizer and went about my day.
By the time the tourney ended I felt fatigue and was worried about my legs, but I had plenty of time.
I went straight to bed with the heating pad.
I would get a great night's sleep before taking a trip to Syracuse.
I was up at 12:15.
Again at 2:54.
Finally out of bed by 4:15.
The legs were okay.
But I felt weird.
I headed for the coffee.
Took two sips and poured the rest in the sink. It just hit hard. I'd get a cup on the way.
12 hours later those two swigs of coffee was all I could stomach.
I made a couple of visits but the legs were wobbly.
It must suck to be a wimp.
I just knew that I wasn't gonna' be able to turn around and drive home as planned.
It was over.
And here's the funny part.
I can't ever remember not eating for such a prolonged stretch.
I couldn't even hold water down.
I sent a note to my buddy:
"God must've seen me smiling yesterday," I said. "He decided to fix that."
"Wimp," he answered.
Life is a roller coaster, huh?
Ah well, at least having the kids run for me left my legs in okay shape.
Good thing too.
I need 'em to run to the bathroom.
"I never get sick," I told him. "It must suck to be a wimp."
Then I thought, that his illness must've sucked and my OCD kicked in. I walked way, found my hand sanitizer and went about my day.
By the time the tourney ended I felt fatigue and was worried about my legs, but I had plenty of time.
I went straight to bed with the heating pad.
I would get a great night's sleep before taking a trip to Syracuse.
I was up at 12:15.
Again at 2:54.
Finally out of bed by 4:15.
The legs were okay.
But I felt weird.
I headed for the coffee.
Took two sips and poured the rest in the sink. It just hit hard. I'd get a cup on the way.
12 hours later those two swigs of coffee was all I could stomach.
I made a couple of visits but the legs were wobbly.
It must suck to be a wimp.
I just knew that I wasn't gonna' be able to turn around and drive home as planned.
It was over.
And here's the funny part.
I can't ever remember not eating for such a prolonged stretch.
I couldn't even hold water down.
I sent a note to my buddy:
"God must've seen me smiling yesterday," I said. "He decided to fix that."
"Wimp," he answered.
Life is a roller coaster, huh?
Ah well, at least having the kids run for me left my legs in okay shape.
Good thing too.
I need 'em to run to the bathroom.
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