'KENNETH'

It is so easy to go from feeling strong and healthy to feeling like, death warmed over. So, I wake up Sunday, fighting it, because I know I AM SICK. Head is aching, stomach is rocking & rolling, all muscles are hurting. What? Why? Help me. Feeling so bad that the ultimate solution actually sounds like not a bad idea. The only good part is that I know I am not going to throw up because I haven't had the sub-title run in front of my eyes...the one I always get....the one just before the deed that goes, "oh dear God, I am going to throw up". At least we can be thankful for that. Okay, I get up, I slug some coffee (it doesn't help), I hydrate with lemon water (that has to help), well not so much. I think maybe some bland oatmeal will settle things (no, not at all). I go back to bed (not what I need). I start to think about the big guns....pain medication --Yeah! I just happen to have some leftover pain meds from a previous dental incident that are still good, well, I still have them so, that is good. I down a couple and then (hear the harp music) , I come up with the bubble bath plan.....Yesssssssssss......this is good. We are going to thwart this. Hah. After a good hot soak, con bubbles and subdued light, the meds are starting to work. I am feeling less terrible and more un-dead. Then and only then do I know that I can make it to the birthday party for our friend's 4 year old daughter later this afternoon. Yes, its true, but only after I first drag myself to the Evil-Wal-Mart to get her a present. The shocker I tell you is that I started to feel even better once I got into the store...they must pump something into the Evil-Wal air... pheromones, perhaps...? I say this because I fell in love with 'FASHIONISTA KEN' in the toy section . I had to have (buy) him and while I was at it , I bought him a change of cloths too, you know just in case he got 'dirty'. He seems so metro-sexual and all, that I assumed he would appreciate that. I made it to the party and truth be told, I had a blast and 'KENNETH ' was quite the 'Mr. Popularity'. He seemed to have trouble keeping ANY of his clothes on....what a dog.