I know that when it comes to being sick we dont exactly want rewards for how good or bad we are of a patient...but seriously. . I'm terrible.
I've been told this my entire life. "Jackie you better hope you never get seriously ill because your a terrible medicine taker". My Grandma, Dad, Aunt's and Uncles have all echoed the sentiment that I am in fact a horrible sick person. And now it's Willie's turn to witness first hand just how stubborn and terrible I can be.
So the basic treatment for sore throat is Gargling Salt Water and using Chloraseptic. Well...those two things just WONT do. I have been against those two very things since I was at least 5 years old. I have thrown tantrums after tantrum about never gargling that wretched salt water, and using that awful Chloraseptic crap. But Willie on the other hand, he's a whole new person to convince that I really am stubborn as a mule.
I posted on the Racquetball forums about my sore throat and once again, the echoeing of "salt water and chloraseptic" was loud and clear. Of course he had to read this as well, and on our way home Saturday from the tournament we had to stop and get me something cause I was in a terrible amount of pain. NO pain will not make me use the dreaded stuff either. So here we are in the car. I'm about to suck it up and squirt the Chloraseptic. We even got Cherry flavored as so thoughfully recommended by someone who does not have these issues...
There we are, at the red light. I take a deep breath. Squirt Squirt Squirt Squirt Squirt. . five times as the label said, and lo' and behold. . here I go. I start heaving. . god it's awful, I almost vomit in the car. Your not supposed to swallow the stuff so here I am spitting into the plastic bag we got from target with our purachase. My mouth is suddenly warm from the sensation of having to vomit...I hate this stuff. Now I know at this age in my life chances are it's a mental thing, but seriously. . I hate it. So I have found my compramise much to Willie's non acceptance, I squirt a Qtip with the crap, and go in there and rub it around. I know I'm not really getting the full benefit of the stuff, because I'm pretty sure the point of the spray is to get down way deep,. . but thats okay. I'm happy with my Q tips.
On to the Salt Water...
So he keeps pestering me and pestering me. Yes I can behave quite like the six year old. So I finally go into the kitchen while he is out with the kids, and make myself the dreaded cocktail. I stall. I start a load of laundry while it sits there...mocking me..hating me. . grrrr
I suck it up, go over, take my gulp. . throw my head back trying not to taste it, and again. . heave it all out into the sink. Willie of course will never believe that I actually did this so I saved my cocktail on the counter top so he can see it..dont know how I'll convince him I took it but I'm pretty sure he'll force me to take more. He's a big ol' meanie jerk poo poo face :P
I really am, the worst person when it comes to being sick. I have just finally learned to take pills, and still gag on them quite routinely. Ridiculous I know, but if you see me at the water cooler with my tylenol or Motrin, stand back..chances are they'll be coming right back out.
That was my weekend summed up for ya. . I played in the Shamrock Open this weekend. I was blessed with a Round Robin format. I made the really stupid mistake though of having a little too much to drink the night before and had to wake up early on Saturday for my ten o'clock. So I didn't really show up to play until my third and final match of the day that went tie breaker. But I worked through it and lesson learned. Then on Sunday I only had two matches to play. My first was against a beginner. I took the opprotunity to work on my cieling balls and keeping her in the back of the court. I forefit my other match so that Willie and I could go to the first movie we've seen in a year lol.
We went and saw 300. This was definately interesting. Call me old because I felt that this movie contained way more nudity than needed lol. And while I wasn't expecting a movie about happy little bunnies and such, I also felt that the violent scenes outnumbered the actual talking scenes. It was a good movie though. It was a touch different though. . I liked the cinematography (sp?) and felt that gave it a nice touch. However, for when the movie is dated, I felt all the actors teeth were just too nice. Dirty those teeth up would ya cause its a blarring mistake,. . unless they had orthodantia and the capability to fill cavaties then...
And so my cold persists on being a bigger pain in the ass day by day. It started late Thursday, continued Friday with a monsterous Sore Throat that has now stripped me of my voice completely. I'm at a whisper. The kids will have a great time today. . "did mommy say something??" I'm calling the Dr when their office opens....I'm not sure if its a treatable thing, and I'm pretty sure I have a sinus infection. I've read that those two things are things that just pass and aren't treatable, but I want to make sure. My throat is also still sore which is making me think possibly strep?? I think the cold was worse than it was but all the Motrin you take during a tournament made it seem as though I was fine...
Back to rball, I'm used to my home courts. So switching from panel walls to cement, and then I'm pretty sure theirs a floor difference their too makes it really had on me lol. My shins are hurting, my arm is hurting....but oh well. I have league tonight and tomorrow. I'm also going to ask about contagousness ...if its okay for me to be out and about right now, So thats it for now. I gotta go cuddle with Ian who is oh so cuddable :)