3:00 AM Musings of the Sick

Well what I thought were bad allergies turned out to be a bad cold instead.  I feel like I've been hit by a truck.  And of course when I should be resting, I can't because I'm so uncomfortable and keep waking up to sneeze a half dozen times, pee, use my inhaler, blow my nose, cough and then groan piteously because my ribs hurt so bad from coughing.  In a nutshell:  I'm a mess.  I went to bed at 9:00 to try and get a head start on sleep b/f the hubs came to bed.  He's been snoring so bad that I end up on our very old and uncomfortable couch for a few hours till the pain in my back, hips and shoulders force me back to the bedroom.  But instead he did a turn on the couch all night so that I could get some rest in the bedroom, bless his heart.  

I loaded up on cold meds and went to bed where I fell asleep till 11:30, when I had to get up to pee. Then I laid there for what seemed like just a few minutes, tossing and turning, and couldn't believe I had to get up to use the bathroom again.  I looked at the clock and it was 1:20.  Now I have zero memory of falling asleep, and it certainly didn't feel like I had gone back to sleep.  I didn't have the sense of waking up from dreaming or anything.

I took Pepper out and went back to bed where I lay there wide awake....random & feverish thoughts running through my head:

Breath right strips just do not work.....can I take more advil and sudafed yet?.....How can I be this sick and not run a fever? I'm the only person I know that gets sick without a fever...I need to get these comforters washed....God I feel like shit....Someone please cut my head off...Sagan needs to go to the groomer next week.....I wonder if Walmart has air conditioners in yet....Ow my ribs!....This cold gel mask feels pretty good on my face....Dammit the velcro is stuck in my hair...What's that pain? Am I having a heart attack?....I can hear myself wheezing I need to take my earplugs out....I can hear Russell snoring I need to put my earplugs back in....Should I let Pepper out again?  Did she pee on the kitchen floor?...If I fill in the white on that cross stitch I can finally work on the basket part of the design....Why is this cough drop making my mouth itch and burn?....Oh god no not another cough...Dammitall I have to pee AGAIN....I don't even want to know what time it is....If I fall asleep now maybe I'll get 4 more hours of rest...I feel so guilty that he's on the couch the poor man....His family is so nice, hope everyone got home to Maine OK....2 firecrackers stuffed up each nostril, that's all I ask....Why didn't I buy fake eggs so I could do that galaxy egg tutorial? Now it's too late....I need to coordinate a time to pick up Val on Monday....Maybe I should read but my glasses and book are in the livingroom....Wonder if anyone's up on Facebook? I don't feel like getting up and getting my computer...Crap my phone's in the livingroom too....That damn thing better boot up tomorrow....God I feel like shit. Just kill me, kill me now....Heeyyyyy Macarena!

My Sick Song

Whenever I get sick and am laying in bed feeling like shit, 'Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey' by Paul McCartney pops into my head.  I have such a specific memory of hearing it during a pretty bad illness that it's become my 'sick song'.

It was the summer of 1977.  August 16, 1977 to be exact.  The reason I remember the date is that Elvis Presley died that day and I heard it on my transistor radio and was so shocked (not that I was a fan, I was only 12).  We were on our way to my parents' beach house to visit with the people renting it, who had kids my age.  It was a cool, cloudy evening and I really wasn't feeling up to playing on the beach in the cold sand. I remember telling my parents I didn't feel well but they were enjoying their visit and told me to sit or lay down for a bit.  I sat in a rocking chair with my knees drawn up to my chest.  My throat hurt so much I couldn't swallow and everything, i.e. the adults laughing and talking at the table, seemed abnormally loud and out of focus.  By the time we got home, my temperature had soared to 103*.

I lay on my bed in the dark room, listening to my clock radio.  Stations were playing a lot of Elvis, but interspersed with regular music.  "In the Ghetto" reminds me of that night too.  Then a song started, and I recognized it as Paul McCartney but I had never heard it before.  "We're so sorry, Uncle Albert...."  I lay there listening to it and thinking how strange the lyrics were, but it had a nice melody to it.  As the song progressed, I started to believe that I was so sick, I couldn't possibly be hearing this song right.

First we have the weird little telephone conversation, 'we're so sorry, Uncle Albert, but we haven't done a blimey thing, all day...'  Then the tempo picks up and it goes into the Admiral Halsey part of the song.  "Admiral Halsey notified me, he had to have a berth or he couldn't get to sea.  I had another look and I had a cup of tea and butter pie (butter pie? the butter wouldn't melt so I put it in the pie". Next they are singing, "Haaaands across the water (water), heaaaaads across the skyyyyyy"  Yeah, my temperature has to be through the roof by now.  Next part I hear is the semi falsetto, 'Live a little be a gypsy get around (get around), get your feet up off the ground, live a little get around'.  Yep, I'm dying.  I'm going to the hospital and I'm going to die.  If 'WTF' had been an expression in 1977, I would have thought that too. 

It took a week or so but I finally recovered from my bout with strep throat and forgot about the weird McCartney song as the regular Top 40 songs took over.  I don't remember how much time passed until I heard Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey again, but I was shocked...SHOCKED I SAY....that it actually sounded exactly the way I heard it.  Don't get me wrong, I love the song, it's fun and quirky and so typically McCartneyesque, but it's a pretty weird tune.  I think I can be excused for thinking I was hearing the song through a high fever fog.  

And that is why, every time I get sick, I think of it.