Not an approved weight loss program. February 6, 2008 ~ 11:42 am
Posted by Julie in : Assorted Ailments, Politically Incorrect , trackbackI lost five pounds on Monday. And while I am always happy to lose some weight, having the flu is not my preferred weight loss plan. I would rather avoid anything that leaves me with zero energy, lying in bed waiting for my body’s next betrayal, and seriously wondering if death would be better. And hey, I’m lucky because I had the flu shot! This could have been so much worse! I would have had it for days on end or multiple versions of the flu! It’s true, if there’s a way to puke, my body is going to go for it - it’s a serious difference of opinion between my body and my mind, but ever since I was little, I’ve been a puker. It is apparently my lot in life, and I’ve accepted it. I do consider it a major accomplishment that I finally figured out how not to puke out my nose while praying to the porcelain god, however. People, it’s the little things that count in situations like mine.
Yesterday I was no longer contemplating death, I was able to hold liquids down, and I was even able to stagger the block down to my local polling place and back. (And I never want to hear an excuse from anyone about why they couldn’t vote again. If I could drag my sick ass to the polling place, you all can get up and vote. I feel strongly about this.) I sat up watching returns, and I was encouraged. It was not the blowout that had been predicted. In fact, although the whole “super delegate” concept still eludes me, the Democratic race was pretty close. And the Republican race, well, wasn’t that entertaining? I don’t really like Huckabee’s platform, but anyone who causes Mitt Romney to scream foul at McCain? He hath served a purpose. Thank you, Mike Huckabee and Chuck Norris!
Today I managed to make it into work, but I am still achy. And tired. And I might go home early. So there.
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Damn. I hope you feel 100% really soon. That sucks.
Also, I’ve only puked through my nose once and that was one of the most painful things I’ve ever done. I was around 10 at the time and the memory still pains me.
Ditto what Grace said (about the feeling better and the painful memory).
And thank you for voting, even though you were nasty sick.
I made sure to get out and vote as well. Did you get a text message from Hillary?
Hope you feel much better quick. Now go home.
if you were contagious, I hope you breathed heavily on the republicans.
Super delegates are not committed to vote for anyone specific in the first round at the convention. Other delegates are required to vote
for a specific candidate through at least one round. See - I’m still answering your crazy questions. Glad you’re feeling better.
It’s good to have a mother who is judge of elections.
It seems like the super delegates are what is swinging the delegate count over to Hillary today. Good to understand it now.
ESC~There aren’t many of them in my area, at least not that are showing up to the polling place wearing McCain t-shirts. But I breathed heavily. And probably infected a bunch of Democrats as a result.
Vince~Nope, two phone calls from her though. I only get texts from Barack.
Aimee~I really take my responsibility to vote seriously, even in the little elections. If I’m not going to stand up and take advantage of my right to vote, it could easily be taken from me, you know?
Grace~Lucky. I seemed to do it every time I puked for years now. The key lies in keeping your forehead slightly higher than your nose, which you obviously do instinctively. Way to keep your sinuses vomit-free!
Feel better Twin! Make sure you drink lots!
Plus, if you don’t vote, you don’t have a right to complain. And god knows we all love to complain!
Actually, the time I vomitted through my nose was in an airport elevator and there were people other than my family in the elevator. I kept my mouth closed for as long as possible and tried to suppress the gag reflex at the same time. What resulted was me vomiting out of my mouth and my nose in an airport elevator surrounded by my family and complete strangers.
Good times.
Now that I think about it, no wonder people without kids hate kids in situations like that.
Nanner~I had that, too. Liquid was coming out every possible orifice. Yuck.
Grace~Oh, ew. I had a lot of embarrassing puking experiences as a kid, but that one tops them all. I can only offer you in return the night I was sleeping over at my cousin’s house and puked spaghetti and she got up to tell our moms I was sick and slipped in it. Or I can give you the time I got sick on the way back from my aunt’s house in northern Viriginia, so the trip home was six hours of me puking up my guts into a bread bag in the back of my grandparents’ station wagon.
That reminds me–I have to get registered to vote in Wisconsin. I keep forgetting you can’t just handle it when you get your driver’s license like Michigan does it.