I can say that i'm feeling better, well enough to be pissed off and on a cleaning rampage. Armed with a can of disinfectantand a license to kill bacteria, I waged an assault on toothbrushes, faucets, tables,knobs and buttons of all sorts.

i'm done with being sick, and for that matter, anyone else around me being sick.

I'm filled with plenty of fluids, have taken my happy immune boost items, have viciously jump roped - lets not forget that chores can be exercise also, and i have personally tortured every bit of dust in the house that was looking at me the wrong way.

Indeed being more active has been a huge help in getting better, but so has resting properly and eating well. Being female - I suppose it takes extra effort at certain times.

So, for those of you who are sick or are planning to get sick DO NOT VISIT ME, I WILL NOT LET YOU IN THE HOUSE. Go away. Go home. Go sleep and exercise outside somewhere - not in an enclosed space where your conga line of bacteria will infect me or my friends. Learn how to eat stuff that is good for you instead of overprocessed fast food and orange powder coated triangles that may or may not taste like tacos. Put the fucking donut down asshole and eat a goddamn salad.

Don't make me come over there will my arsenal of fresh veggies and beat you to death with them. Know what this is? It's a carrot. Seen one before? Good. Eat the fucker before I put it through your god forsaken ear.

once you're done with that, put your mother fucking remote control down. Get your big jubbly double wide ass off the crusty smeary couch and take it for a walk. or a run. Run from me as i'm chasing you down the street with a can of disinfectant and a really big carrot. Keep running.

Thinking about going to work? Even though you are spewing bodily fluids from every orafice and turning shades that even the mold in the back of your fridge would be ashamed to be seen in? Keep your crap at home! Don't bring it to the shoebox of an office where you're going to sneeze on the fax machine and smear mucous all over every counter top and get everyone else sick. I realize they don't give anyone enough sick days - which is another post ENTIRELY....- but that doesn't mean that others want to be company to your misery. Your company is a piece of mindless shit if they expect you or anyone else to come to work sick because it only makes matters worse. You can't rest, you can't recover and you can't take care of yourself that way.

Find a new job once you get better.

not sleeping well? Then get some sleep. Stop staying up all night to party with drooling losers in a bar or working late hours or staying up til ridiculous hours to watch crap on tv or visit the illuminati on the web. GO TO BED. You may think you can get by on 5 hours a night or less, but you're really just full of shit. Perhaps the fact you got sick in the first place, was the fact that YOU DON'T SLEEP. Trust me, it catches up with you.
Make friends with your pillow. it's where your fat head is supposed to go, moron.

I shouldn't even be blogging about this. This is insane and ridiculous. People should just know to take care of themselves. Whenever I get on yahoo to check my mail, I see crap over and over again on "Why It's important to sleep", or " How to eat Healthy" or "What to do if bile is flowing out of your ears"

how old are we here? Seven? Do we have to be reminded to poop in the toilet and brush our teeth before bed? Maybe if more people get spanked as adults they'd behave less like imbeciles. Who should in their right mind should be reminded to take care of themselves? Have that many people bought into this overworked overstressed cultural ideal that dictates thou shalt hold The Company before thyself and thy personal life? We've all seen Alien. We know what The Company cares about.

This is the kind of mentality that spews crap like "There's no I in team." No mother fucker, but there is ME. And there is no team if the individuals on it are hacking up their intestines. Screw you.

leave it to me to rail against the corporate world and still berate illness at the same time.

I must be feeling better.

You're ALL in trouble now.

If I'm posting in here, it's because I'm pissed off, that's a given.

That said, I've just spent the last month as a biological weapon. Having caught a case of the stomach bug going around - albeit mild compared to most people's experience- I have spent the last few weeks annoyed, frustrated and anguished. I never yaked. Thank goodness, I hate the feeling. I took to eating vegan for some time and swallowed just about every homepathic device that ever walked the face of the planet. There were many days that i felt almost fine - which was the problem as this bug is sticky and as soon as i thought it might be gone, it wasn't. I caught the thing near the end of my....monthly visitor. This is usually when i catch something. more than anything else, i noticed that exercise was the most effective weapon against it, so I started exercising viciously and taking walks outside as the weather had finally turned.

After a brief out of town trip, Mike caught a wonderful head cold that had been floating around his office. (My bug never got to him, thank goodness). However, he was miserable, dizzy, and was awake for not more than six hours on the day it finally got him. So I made him drink lots of tea and fed him everything healthy and lacking in dairy I possibly could.

His condition was odd as his eyes kept watering - something i associate with allergies, not a cold. So, this past saturday, in the frenzy of finally getting our crap together and marching up to the post office to get our passports done, he was leaking from every orafice (just about) as we were stuck there for almost three hours in a completely disorganized mess that was the application process. There was no line - we had to get a number from someone and we only found that out by asking someone else next to us. Mike had to go in another line to pay the fees. We were number 29 - we had gotten there before 11. the hours were 10am - 2pm. We were lukcy we got there when we did because they ran out of numbers not long after us.

There was no where to sit until they brought out more chairs about an hour after we were there, and the post office was packed with people in general. At our arrival, there were several people processing applications, but somewhere along the way most of them disappeared, leaving one person for the last hour or so. This, still with a lobby full of people, and Mike being very sick and hungry.Someone else finally came to help the closer it got to 2.

We had to recopy our forms entirely once we got there because we had made some mistakes and you can't cross things out.

unlike many people who came to apply however, we were prepared and had all our pictures, forms, etc., so it didn't take long once we got to the table.

The day was shot after that.

I got plenty of exercise the next day- Mike having to go into work on sunday and I too a brisk walk around the nearby trails. The weather had gotten obscenely warm and it was beautiful out.
By sometime around 4 in the morning however, I was sick with Mike's cold bug.

I hardly slept, was dizzy, and was lucky I could focus at work the next day. Did I mention that the monthly visitor was hassling me again?

More tea, more liquids, more supplements, whatever exercise I could tolerate and as much sleep as possible (even though I've been having trouble getting to sleep)

Have i mentioned that my tongue has been turning purple and/or brown because of all the juice, tea, and supplements I've been taking?

Today my head is clearer, I still don't feel right, but I'm less stuffy and coughing up whatever is left. I hope to have this kicked in the next day or so. Mike seems better now.

I'm so angry about this whole mess that I don't even know where to begin. Do i blame the weather? Do I blame the people who don't know how to take a sick day and go to work sick and then spread it to everyone else? Do i get angry because i'm female and I get hit with crap whenever my system is weakened?

I've done everything I could possibly have done to take care of myself. This is ridiculous.