Day 204
Why is the saying as such … “Sicker than a Dog” … and not “Sicker than a Cat … or Whale … or Hedgehog”? Why a dog? And, for that matter, how sick does a dog get? Does it mean that dogs don’t get sick – so a person can easily be sicker than a dog? Or does it mean that dogs get really sick and if you are sicker than a dog – then you are on death’s door of sickness?
And, like I questioned … why a dog? Why not sicker than a turtle, chimpanzee, ox, giraffe or guinea pig? Do those animals not ever get sick so it would be a moot point? I don’t know. More mysteries of life.
For the past 2 -3 days I have been “under the weather”. I apparently ate something that didn’t agree with me and have felt like absolute garbage since Friday. Well, I take that back … I haven’t felt good for about 2 weeks. Something was working on me.
At times I felt as sick as a dog and wished I could go eat some grass, like my dogs, and then come in and throw it all up on my family room carpet … also like my dogs.
And for that matter … why, when the house is 80% not carpeted do they choose carpeting to do their ugly deeds on? I don’t get it!
In any case … Tums, Pepto Bismol, ginger ale and crackers have been my constant companions for the majority of the days I’ve been feeling punky. They, amazingly, do help! And my scale hasn’t seen this number in YEARS!
And then the tide turned.
Last night I ate a miracle dinner. I attribute my feeling “greatly improved” today because I ate PIZZA last night. One of my completely forbidden foods containing gluten, cheese, and tomatoes (all of which I have sensitivities to). I figured I really couldn’t feel MUCH worse – why not go for the gold and really “do it” and eat what might make my soul feel better, if not my stomach.
So, I did.
And it was HEAVEN.
Heaven that came from a Rosati’s pizza box. Piping hot … cracker thin, crispy crust … a sweet/savory tomato sauce and completely (and I mean – COMPLETELY) smothered in melted, ooey, gooey cheese.
It practically melted in my mouth. And it was fabulous. And not just because I was not supposed to be eating it – but just because it was that GOOD~!
When I was in high school, my best friend lived in a 2-flat that backed onto an alley that was shared by the building behind her apartment. That building housed a … Rosati’s Pizza. It wasn’t until years later that I actually ATE that pizza … but I remember going to her house after school and we’d stand on the back porch and SNIFF that pizza aroma until our nostrils hurt! It, too, was heaven!
So, in any case … I’m feeling better and I am owing it, not to the passing of time and any yucky thing in me, but totally to that miracle dinner.
And, though I’ve eaten today … I think I might have to go heat up another slice. One can never err on the side of good medicine!