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24 October 2006

Today sucks. →[More:] I woke up puking this morning. The cats are also puking, but that's not an altogether unusual occurence. I have a big bill that's due today, and I'm going to have to borrow money to pay it, which sucks. My back and ribs hurt and I'm out of ibuprofen, which I probably couldn't take anyway since my stomach is all funky. I'm out of toilet paper. My little cat needs to go to the vet because she's been wheezing.

Today is yucky. I want it to go away.

post by: mudpuppie at: 14:15 | 26 comments

*sends major good karma mudpuppie's way in giant doses*

posted by chewatadistance 24 October | 14:19

awww, poor pup! How about aleve? does that fuck with your stomach?

posted by gaspode 24 October | 14:23

Ohhhhh. That sounds not at all good. I'm so sorry.

posted by occhiblu 24 October | 14:23

Aww. Good luck to you and kitty.

posted by shane 24 October | 14:25

know exactly how you fell, been there many times.
Nothing much to say, except tomorrow can't very well be worse (right?).

posted by signal 24 October | 14:25

I'm so sorry, mudpuppie. I hope it gets better soon.

posted by essexjan 24 October | 14:33

*hugs* mudpuppie

posted by sisterhavana 24 October | 15:11

Too much!

Universe, lay off the pup!

posted by Miko 24 October | 15:39

None of those things sound like fun at all. I'm sorry, baby. It'll get better, I promise, just hang in there.

posted by Specklet 24 October | 15:39

I feel ya, pup o' noodles.

If it helps, my first job in NH consists of working in the heart of the military industrial complex - I work for General Dynamics, who are a major weapons maker for the government. It's a temp job doing data entry, and I'm surrounded on all sides by enormous machines cranking out hundreds of machine guns and grenade launchers.

Feel better?

(and no, I'm not kidding.)

posted by Lipstick Thespian 24 October | 15:48

Thanks, y'all. Had some soup. Bill is paid. Friend delivered TP (and, in a very kind but somewhat obtuse gesture, tiramisu). Have taken enough dramamine that I will probably soon succumb to the loopy slumber of the non-motion-sick.

But complaining to y'all, and your kind thoughts, made me feel best of all. So thanks.

posted by mudpuppie 24 October | 16:30

*fluffs pup's pillow/places cup of tea on nightstand/kisses forehead*

posted by Pips 24 October | 17:01

get better pup. for the sake of the viewer I won't go into details but I feel for you from knowing firsthand how godawful it is to have to puke with anything busted in the thoracic region.

cats, love 'em tho I do, are the gods own puking devices and there never seems to be much to do about it. hope y'all feel better!

not that this will help but in the vein of 'someone's always got it worse than you' my coach got a severe case of food poisoning whilst recovering from having his pelvis smashed in seven places *and* both wrists broken. according to his wife this was quite possibly their greatest test of the 'in sickness and in health' clause.

posted by lonefrontranger 24 October | 17:02

Here pups, have one of these special nausea lollipops. They've been the mainstay of my diet since about July.

And friends who will run for supplies when you're sick are the bee's knees. Yay!

posted by jrossi4r 24 October | 17:05

(Geeze, lfr, what god did that guy anger?)

posted by Pips 24 October | 17:09

Pips, I can only imagine he pissed off the Madonna del Ghisallo. - he was a pro bike racer at the time and got involved in a nasty pileup.

posted by lonefrontranger 24 October | 17:18

Pips, I can only imagine he pissed off the Madonna del Ghisallo. - he was a pro bike racer at the time and got involved in a nasty pileup.

posted by lonefrontranger 24 October | 17:19

oops, meant to copy this link instead... it's a much better explanation.

posted by lonefrontranger 24 October | 17:20

aaand a double post. man speaking of the gods must be angry...

posted by lonefrontranger 24 October | 17:21

On the way home today, I saw a dog pooping on a subway grate. And some of the poop fell through the grate. Whether it fell on the tracks, a train or some poor commuting schmuck, it was raining dog poop inside 14th Street station this afternoon.

posted by jonmc 24 October | 17:31

Man, that's rough... my sympathies to your coach, lfr... in the future, might I suggest:

≡ Click to see image ≡

posted by Pips 24 October | 17:32

(the poops rough, too, I mean...)

posted by Pips 24 October | 17:33

Well, at least you have a folded squirrel now.

posted by pieisexactlythree 24 October | 18:40

Oh, mudpuppie, I hope you feel better. Hairballs? Try a dab of Vaseline on their paws to get them to lick it off. Sore ribs? Try not to laugh.
*just kidding, sending you good thoughts and wishes*

posted by redvixen 24 October | 19:20

Feel better, pup and kitties.

posted by rainbaby 24 October | 19:56

w/r/t painful ribs -- I'll never forget when my Dad was in the hospital for major thoracic surgery. He was all scars and pain when he came out, but we sat around his bedside and made him laugh anyway with typical Irish black humor. He couldn't really laugh at all -- he wanted to, but he ended up just exhaling this thin high "haaaaaahhhhhhh" sound, tearing up, while doing his damnedest not to let the muscles of his midsection contract into full laughter. It's one of the sweetest memories I have of him.

posted by Miko 24 October | 21:52

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