Man, i've got the worst case of Effin Herpes as possible. Jesus am I sick right now. I should take pictures of the (fill in ur own possible herpe image right now)
I had that 24 hour stomach flu a few days before the holiday weekend that stuff was bad news ....I barfed on myself while driving ...
'Tis the Season for Hypochondria! 'Tis the Season -- for Hypochondria By JAN MORRIS December 29, 2005; Page A10 LLANISTUMDWY, Wales -- So, Christmas has come and gone, the mellow fruitfulness has faded, and we are in the Season of Hypochondria. There are pros and cons to this familiar condition. On the one hand it is generally harmless, except perhaps in overindulgence. On the other hand it is incurable, because there is nothing to cure. It is really a kind of dreaming. In sleep one has no doubt that a dream is true, and similarly there is no possibility of a mistaken diagnosis of that nagging pain in the back of the hypochondriac's neck -- every reference book confirms it, just as every circumstance of a nightmare is utterly convincing. In a sense both are true. The world of our dreams exists, if only in our minds, and a malade imaginaire, though it may not be caused by microbe or decay, is quite genuine enough to its patients. In fact the sufferer may be genuinely rid of it, too, by a placebo -- a dream may be consummated, and a non-disease banished, by an entirely impotent pill! Hypochondria certainly has its pleasures. Of course the seduction of self-pity is one, and the morbid fascination of pursuing one's symptoms through the well-thumbed pages of those family medical encyclopedias. I am told that Hemingway habitually took on safari Black's Medical Dictionary (probably its 10th edition, 1931), and doubtless spent many a fascinating hour communing with it over his whiskey and his hurricane lamp, while the wild beasts howled outside. Like the end of a bad dream, too, a remission from hypochondria can be well worth its discomforts. It is marvelous to wake up, is it not, to discover that we are not after all in the hands of the Gestapo, or still looking desperately for those lost airline tickets; and equally, what a wry delight it is to realize that the stabbing muscular stomach pains of last week could not have been very malignant after all, because they've entirely disappeared this morning. It is hardly surprising that hypochondria is notoriously a writer's complaint. Writers live by their imaginations, and from Voltaire to James Joyce they have been fascinated by the diseases of fancy. Storytelling is their profession, and as they are often carried away by their own purely fictional characters, so they are all too liable to be infected by epidemics of their minds. Which means, of course (and I should know), that for people like me hypochondria is, almost by definition, chronic. Perhaps in extreme old age, when all our powers are fading, we shall lose the requisite imagination. More often, I suppose, the condition deletes itself by turning out to be not imaginary at all, but terminal. Then, if we are anything like Hemingway, we can put away our "Home Medicine for All," pick up a gun and shoot ourselves. But better still, we can spend our last days recalling all our most frightful imaginary illnesses, and contemplating our happy recovery from one and all! www.wsj.com
I had a sinus cold last week that is still lingering and then monday I got a horrible stomach virus thats been going around. Ive had bad luck over this xmas with being sick.
I probably will be sick in a few days. My friend came over and he was coughing and his eyes were watering and my girlfriend's sister was over earlier and she was the same way. DAMN YOU TWO!!!
Chain DEEZ NUTZZZ!!!! I had this FLU last week, before we were out on vacation. Muscles ached, throat hurt, green discharge (mucous membranes AND throat) kept coming out. Tamiflu from the doctor removed this. Then, my wife has it now, and Skelaxin worked to relax HER muscles. Try staying home.
Simple green and white pill you must take twice a day with a doc's prescription. It prevents natural disasters and it moves cities out of below-sea-level areas. You must try it. Got rid of deez nutz's flu. A-Train, I forgot to say I was coughing worse than Smuckers and Kramer together, and nothing stopped it, but Enslym (that orange-flavored syrup in a bright orange and blue box) relieved it for a few hours.
Had to leave work on Tuesday with some type of stomach ailment. Cramps, puking, etc. Had to hold the vomit down on the way home while driving about 100mph. Called in sick yesterday and still feeling weak today, but well enough to drink some beers tonight...I hope.
Hope it's not that 24hr baby that was around here 'round Thanksgiving. If it was...expect it to ... er ... 'move down'.
I try to eat right, exercise, get plenty of sleep, take vitamins, and get a flu shot every year. I hate being sick, so luckily I haven't been sick this year and everyone I work with has and so has my family members. Knock on wood, but I try to keep my immune system in tip top shape and so far it is working.....
