Happy Festivus people! In a Telemundo version of the Airing of Grievances and Feats of Strength, it never occurred to me that I would get sick this holiday season, but what’s Festivus without the added bonus of a migraine followed by nausea and killer stomach aches.
Yup … there I was … scavenging the medicine cabinet for Sal de Uvas–you know my people’s Alka-Seltzer– during the Broncos vs. Chiefs game and praying that I wouldn’t throw up on the floor.
Ho. Ho. Ho.
It’s a terrible feeling when you know you have to but it’s not happening, your whole body is going through an internal battle, and you can feel its losing, and there on the horizon is bed time routine … just waiting to start.
I held out as long as I could, but in the end my son finished reading How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Both kids went to sleep quickly as they could tell mom was losing the battle, we all managed to fall asleep until my phone rang and it woke me.
I’m still losing the battle but feel that if I lay perfectly still with no sudden movements it’s not that horrible. Listening to some tunes and watching The Ref helps. Slipper socks … medium. Ha! Dennis Leary cracks me up.
So I thought I’d try to pass along the good cheer … you know, just in case some of you were battling the Festivus nausea this year and needed some Christmas spirit headed your way … you know in case you wanted to feel like Hugh Grant dancing to The Pointer Sisters in Love Actually.
Hope your Festivus was merry and filled with laughter … not nausea.
Buen Camino my friends.
The Wish Factor 
It felt wrong to ‘like’ this post….but I do hope you’re feeling better, Cali. Peace and love.
Nothing wrong with liking the uphill battle … Means you understand the struggle and appreciate the funny in it 🙂 I’m not that sick anymore just regular congestion now but thanks for the cyber NyQuil wishes.
I loved your Y2K Turns 17 but there was no comment section. Rocking that PBS. Loved that you’re writing more. Happy New Year 🙂
Welp, funny you should mention that. The comments section will be back for the next post. Tuesday.
You don’t have to set your clock to that. You don’t even have to comment. But it’ll be there. And Cali? Hug the kids for me.
Timer is set and Hugs received.