One thing I seem to have forgot to mention in my prior post, was the answer I gave when asked (subconsciously) was what my Halloween costume was. After a moment's thought...it appeared in my mind...A Disinterested Doorman in a Trendy Neighborhood. SCARY! Actually, what was scary is that I busted out a H&M stripped shirt (orange & black - Freddy style) from last season! EEEK!
OK, so I'm just fucking around about that being scary. What was a bit on the SCARY side was the conversation that followed the day after, on Sunday. While on the phone with my Father, he asked: "have you had a flu shot yet"? To which I replied: "...uh, fuck no...never had one...why would I?" Honestly, I never even considered it.
Fast forward a few hours post the awful Bear's game (UGH) and I was in bed around 10PM. That's always a bad sign when I'm asleep at that early of an hour. The next morning, my eyes flutter open 'round about 8AM...and...HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I jumped out of bed, sprinted to the bathroom and promptly did my best impersonation of the girl from "The Exorcist":
Assuming you'd rather not read about the contents of my stomach that almost went into the toilet/sink/waste basket/floor, let's just say it wasn't pretty, and I only today finished cleaning up the mess. Sweet Jesus. I spent the next 48+ hours writhing in bed, sweating, shivering, aching, bitching and sipping on water. It was quite a roller coaster ride. And I'm grateful no one besides myself had to visually experience it.
OH - and I'm MUCH better now! Thanks, Dad!