MAGICAL ASS MISSILES

Can someone please tell me why Liza Minnelli refuses to leave my nightmares?!?!? And, last night she invaded them with that creepster wedding of hers! And, of course, I promptly threw up when I woke up in a sweat! That horror-show of face she married was looming above me along with hers and it was just horrible!!!! ...this was similar to my nightmare except there were knives and Liz Taylor was not in it. Actually, this picture might even be more upsetting than my dream. Shivers.

Ok, kids --- so here is how today went down with a bit of background.

So, in addition to his being totally insane my father was also a true hypocondriac and when you grow up with a crazy person who always thinks he is sick --- or at least in my case -- you do all you can to avoid being like that. I've always tossed cookies fairly easy. And, generally, when that happens I just keep moving. I figure that your body will tell you when it needs to just stop. So, this week when I woke up sick --- I had to give in for two days but I pushed forward as quickly as I could. This morning was horrible. I really felt bad but I kept thinking that I could not afford to miss any work and I could just not eat today and I'd be cool. I would just continue to drink lots and lots of water.

Well, bad plan. I got to work. First thing one of my bosses says to me is, "Matty, you look like hell! Why are you here?" I just laughed and told him I was fine. But, as the morning went on it was clear that I was not really fine. In fact, after I nearly passed out -- AGAIN (!) --- I found myself lying in one of our "operating theatre chairs" while my boss contacted his doctor (who also works in our building) ...an hour later they made me get in a cab and come home. ...tho, the cash could only get me as far as West Portal. Still, wasn't that sweet of them??? I felt so loved. I also felt really stupid and embarrassed.

As I got that feeling that I was about to pass out I just knew that one of my biggest fears was about to become a reality. Brain tumor. I mean, who is sick to their stomach for this long??!?!? Anyway, much happy to report that I have a stomach virus that has been going around our building for about a week now. As the doctor put it, most people just stay down for a solid 48 hours --- sleeping and getting sick and just not doing anything but allowing their bodies to rest. I, on the other hand, have continually gotten up, tried to eat, drank a lot of Diet Coke (cuz I thought it settles stomachs), attempted to go to work when I should have stayed in bed, passed out on public transit, forced myself to drink water even when my stomach was rejecting it, etc. I was pseudo-lectured to take care of my body and that pain is a sign of something wrong. I was then given a prescription of a medication that one applies via a point of entry I'd rather not write --- but, let me tell you -- those little things work!!! And, boy! ...they have made me feel a little high as well. For the first time since Monday -- I am not cramping! Yay!

Anyway, I was assured that this was not a tumor. It was just me not taking care of myself and managing to stretch a 48 hour virus to close to 5 days. I was told to take this medicine for the next 12 hours or so --- and to just stay still, suck on ice (no drinking of water/tea/soda or eating of food till the cramping and nausea is gone. The doctor felt I should feel close to 100% by tomorrow afternoon if I take it easy --- and get more sleep. I was further advised that if I was still tossing cookies by tomorrow at Noon that I have to go to the hospital for an IV. My bosses are so sweet --- they want me to call them if that happens and will make sure it is all paid for! ...my insurance will not start till next month. However, I was told I would be just fine if I just chilled and took it easy. Sigh.

I have plans with Ing for tomorrow night! Not sure that will be happening. And, then I have a date for Saturday. Not sure if that will be happening. But, I feel fairly certain that Liza will be visiting me in my nightmares again. Why? What is up with that? Is she the Gay Freddy Kruger!?!?!

Anyway, here I lay with my laptop on my chest and little missiles of medicine up my butt. (sorry. said I wasn't going there, but I did) and classical music playing on the stereo. I am feeling a bit stoned, slightly sick to my stomach, a shade of a head ache and bored beyond belief. ....and, here I shall be staying thru to the 'morrow afternoon. I sure hope I don't have to go to the hospital. I don't even know where the hospital is in SF. Guess I will have to ask Mily if it comes to that. He is going to be lecturing to me later. But, it comes from love. I think. Right, Milly? Milford, I mean. He hates being called Milly. But, he is so cute I like calling him that.

Ok. Well. A nap is calling me. A side effect of the little missiles. ...those things could be addictive.

not spell checking and I hope the above makes some form of sense.
tumor free,
matty

The Sick iPod Shuffle Home From West Portal Where My Cash Flow Ended:
walking on thin ice/yoko ono
love jam #1/har mar superstar
the circus is leaving town/isobelle campbell & mark lanegan
china/tori amos
one of us is gonna die/the ark
two kinds of love/stevie & bruce
kashmir/led zep
two tone rocka/ursula 1000