Fighting the Good Fight

June 8-14

Saturday and Sunday are extremely blurry. I stayed medicated and slept through the entire weekend. I don't even think I knew what day it was at any point during the weekend. Sketchy stayed home with me and kept me company and also got sick by this point! 

On Monday Sketchy stayed home from work to stay home with me and take me to the doctors for a check-up. After a weekend of sleep I started to have an ear ache and throat ache. The doctor felt retarded that she had told me I had a simple fever. She prescribed some more antibiotics for the ear infection and throat infection i had somehow developed EVEN when I was on antiobiotics for the pneumonia. She told me to come back in a week when I should be feeling better and to make sure that the pneumonia was gone. 

Monday I was awake a little more throughout the day. Still on a liquid and pill diet. 

my not so tastey cocktail of drugs

my stash a few days in 

Tuesday I was definitely more alive. This was when I started invading FB with my soldier diaries. 

Tuesday June 11: 

dear diary,

woke up at 0600.

rounded up and dealt with the wild hogs. 

took 1 antibiotic around 0700.

drank three sips of gatorade at 0715.

rested. 

did some important things on computer 0800. 

rested in and out of sleep.

took second antibiotic for other thing 1000

opened blinds and told dogs to chilltfo.

passed out at 1015.

startled awake by intruder breaching the premises around 1700.

intruder soon identified as one sketchy patel - aka my caretaker.

yells of headache and confusion. no food. no water. confused as to how it was already 1730. headache was determined to be caused by dehydration. (antibiotics take it right out of u leaving u with dry, cracked, and sometimes cut-up tongue and lips.

was fed fresh watermelon and gatorade at 1735

caretaker patel installed a new air purifier. it goes whirrrrr and zaps the germs. 1800

the dogs and I settle back down for bedtime. headache still slight. 5 pieces of watermelon and 3 oz of gatorade. 1820.

1842 tells the world of her day.

slightly less dead. but still hungry.

Wednesday June 12 

Dear diary,

Last night I tried to sleep without sleepaid. Gave up around 0500. 

opened my eyes to find what looked like a giant man-eating gorilla staring down at me. after short breaths, realized it was a way past full bearded Sketchy around 0700.

sapna appeared around 0900, delivered to my door by papa patel.

i was informed that she would be staying to watch over me for the next two days.

i feel violently ill after trying to take two large antibiotics together 0930

i vomit violently (possibly the pills) after much complaining of stomach pains 0945

vomit is red. after much debate we conclude that it is the red gatorade I have recently drank vs my blood and guts. 1000

i hear various banging, clinging, machines and yelling beyond my door. i imagine sapna is hard at work cleaning -- throughout the entire day.

sapna gives me soup which i manage to eat a bit 1100 

sickly sue is bored. current status.

Thursday June 13 

wake up to the jarring shrieking sound of my telephone around 0730.

paranoid and excited voice informs me of two incoming storms that are going to kill me 0735.

am informed by paranoid informant, sketchy, that I must immediately take my antibiotics and relocate to basement where there is less threat of giant falling trees crushing me in my sleeping. 0736

I bolt up and frantically tell sapna we must go to giant and get all the protective things. 0738

explain to sapna why we are at giant and what foods do and do not make sense. 0745

feel faint and nauseous in giant towards end of grocery trip. 0800

tell sapna to check out. 0805

steal grocery bag from pharmacy, sit in corner and have most terrible metal tasting puke ever. 0807

realization set in.forgot to take antinausea medicine before taking horse tranquilizer antibiotics in frenzy to prepare for impending death storm, which I also now realize will probably just be a rainstorm. kick self in head for letting sketchy get to a born and raised florida hurricane girl. 0807

concerned white people give me stank eye as I look like crackhead in eeyore nightgown and bball sports throwing up in giant. 0808

leave store with head down. 0810

sapna drives home. 0815

I hold on for dear life and get in my morning prayers. 0815

home bunkered down in basement with ice, cooler, various other foods but missing the one thing I set out to get -- a flashlight.

well have to settle for candles and the fumes they will bring to my weakened lungs.

battery power... low and you know it.

sickly sue out.
so a note on this particular day. the flashlight i forgot -- i told sketchy to pick one up. Here's what Paranoid McGee brought home: 

we're ready for the apocalypse. Paranoid McGee claimed he was not trying to be overly prepared but that it was just a good deal. 

Sketchy also went to the doctors on Thursday and got his own set of antibiotics.

Friday I started feeling better just in time to start taking care of Sketchy. Our home is one giant germ! Friday was also AJ's birthday! Quarter-life. The big 2-5! We had to miss out on celebrations in order not to infect the world. I missed out on moonshine. Very upseticus. We're hoping to take him out to dinner next week sometime to make up for it!