Monday, 10 November 2014

Who's a Fat Bastard - Typhoid Squatchy

November 9, 2014


      I seem to be making a habit of posting my blog the day after.
I almost always write it the day of but putting it on to the blog and adding the pictures, I usually do that the morning after. If I would just sit down and write it,  it wouldn't be such a big deal.
      But I don't! I have the TV on watching a  show or a game. 
I write a couple of paragraphs about whatever it is I'm trying to say, then I take a break. I play Wii or my guitar. Make a cup of tea while the days events turn into a narrative in my head.
      It's now Monday morning. I wrote everything above this line yesterday morning. I had this throat thing happen a couple of weeks ago and it appears to be back. The doctor said its a virus and it doesn't go into the lungs it just hangs around in your throat and nose and makes you feel like crap, and I do!
       I woke up with a tickle in my throat that got progressively worse as the day went on. I did get my exercise in before I really started feeling sick. 100 Belly Crunches, 100 Side Lifts and 100 No Stair Stretches. The Iron Maiden sat unused and unloved. 
I had a bowl of chilli for lunch. I couldn't even taste it. 
Chilli
     I was in bed right after lunch and most of the day. Which wasn't that bad because it's Sunday and the football games were on. I was fading in and out and don't remember seeing a lot of the scores. 
To sleep perhaps to dream
I never got out of bed until dinner with the lovely Lisa. 

She had roasted a chicken. I made a salad for us which probably is going to give her this freaking thing and then she's going to be mad and my life will be even worse than it is right at this moment. 
Winner Winner Chicken Dinner
She's already been treating me like Typhoid Squatchy all day. 
Where's my ten foot pole?
Her last words to me before she went to bed were, "I'm not kissing you and stay away from my mother!" Even Elvis would rather sit on wet towels than be near me!
"Back off Sicko!"
      I'm not good at being sick. I don't want anybody trying to help me. I just want to be left alone. This has been quite difficult for the lovely Lisa to accept. She is a very nurturing person. It took me years to convince her that I really do just want to be left alone. I prefer to suffer in what passes for silence. If you stick your head in my room, I will whine your face off. I will not however hunt you down to whine at you.
      Seahawks won Canucks won that makes me feel a little bit better. I slept on and off all day long. I'm sure that helped too

That's all I got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all

P.S. I took an Aller-tec about thirty minutes ago and at least my nose has stopped running. My throat is raw and I'm achy. But the sun is out and what feels better than walking in the sunshine?  I think I will feel better if I take the dogs to the lake.

©2014 Dave Squatch Ward

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