I'm thirsty
I'm wild-eyed
In my misery
-- Stevie Nicks and Sheryl Crow

So, try as I did to avoid the millions of bugs going around, I did catch a little stomach flu last Thursday. Horrible, horrible, horrible. Just so you know I’m not making it up, I’ll let you know that I did throw up 9 times in a 3 hour span. And now you’re probably wondering what kind of person keeps up with that, but I knew the doctor would ask. Of course, I also count how many times I sneeze, and there’s no real reason for that other than it gives my brain something to do in the seconds that I can’t function while convulsing with sneezes.

So back to Thursday. All of the sudden I felt horrible and made the brilliant choice to try and get home quickly. I made it down three levels of the deck in my car before I had to stop and throw open the door -- it was not pretty – stuff on my shoes, my door, etc. It all went downhill from there and I’ll spare you (really myself) the horrible details. I must give props to Grace for coming and picking me up and numerous other things I don't remember and also to Andrea for support and phone calls and numerous other things I don't remember.

I hate being sick. And I was so proud because I hadn’t been sick all winter. I hadn’t been sick since I moved in my house – other than a bad headache or allergy issue here and there. So I’m good now, I better not get sick again until winter, I’m out, I’m done.

So I mentioned Sheryl Crow above and I’d be remiss if I didn’t send good vibes her way. She is hands down my favorite female singer on the planet (and falling inches behind is Stevie) and I wish her the very best with her cancer battle. Oh and Lance Armstrong? Yeah, there’s someone else on my I’m done list.

Hope all is well with my peeps. Peace out.

dabbs