These are the musings of a curly,red-haired 50-year-old. Sassy. Spunky. Creative. Domestic. City-dweller. Enjoying the challenges of mid-life and the unexpected curveballs that life keeps throwing my direction.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Mack truck headed my way
I am laying low. Feeling like a mack truck hit me. Thursday night Joel and I went for a lovely walk, came home and when I got out of my recliner I could tell something was wrong. I'm not sure what's going on...it's an odd combination of symptoms...body aches that are horrid, alternating between fever/chills, thee worst headache, no appetite to speak of (it seems like food in the cereal category are all I can stomach), and then some, well, let's just say what I do manage to eat, doesn't stay with me long. This is sucking big time.
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