wrist spitters

Woke up feeling yucky and as the day progressed I knew I had caught something. I don't know exactly what it is just know I don't like this feeling. Worked today being sick still means making my money. Okay sometimes I do call in to work but I didn't think I had to. Before lunch I already knew I didn't want to come back. Kept having to turn around due to the fact that my nose decided to start dripping. How freaking embarrassing.  Took a Dayquil this morning but I think it had wore off so I took another on my lunch since I knew I was running a fever. Took a small five minute nap on lunch before fighting myself to go back. I thought I was embarrassed this morning nope after lunch my fever broke. That is the term used I don't know why though. It's not like I fell down and my fever stayed on the ground shattered while I stood up. I started feeling hot. Really sweaty hot. To my surprise other people noticed. One person was telling me that they hadn't seen me in hot flashes before if I was okay. So I replied by saying I'm not that old to the point of hot flashes yet. While another person that I was dealing with that had never seen me before in my life asked if I was okay. That I was really sweating. I had to explain the whole breaking my fever story. Then I told myself enough is enough who can I give my sickness to. Yes I'm evil that way. It's a myth that if you are sick you can pass it on to someone else and that will allow you to get rid of it. So I found my target. Never made it to her. I instead just went to the restroom to wipe my face.

I put dish soap (Dawn) to give an illustration.

I'm about to tell you a myth that I learned today that you might have heard before but it is my first time hearing of it. While wiping my face and blowing my nose in the restroom a lady told me of something she was told to help in my condition. She was told that if you have a runny nose, sore throat, sinus headache, or feel congested all you have to do is spit on your left wrist first. Yes spit. Spit on your left wrist rub it in with your fingers then spit on your right wrist then rub it in with your fingers. It sounds gross but it's actually you spitting on yourself. Now I don't know how true this is but she claims that she told someone else about it and it helped. Unless you can prove to me how that can medically help you improve your well being then I'll give it a try. But until then I'm going to stick with Dayquil and NyQuil. I just plugged those in.

I figured if I have to hear stories like this one I shouldn't have to be the only one to know about it. I bring out the stories in some folks.

Hope to get better soon because April will be my busy month. Will be outdoors more than usual.

You know how sometimes, I know I'm not the only one that says this, how sometimes you wish things on your worst enemy? Well I don't ever wish them bad things just wish them to feel like I did today. I'm horrible aren't I?

why is a birthday so important?

I asked myself this question today. Then I asked my friends. Why is an adult birthday so important?

I don't recall having my birthday celebrated as a child. I believe I was two years old when my parents celebrated my last birthday. It's not that they couldn't do it big just that we were not really raised around other kids. My moms tradition when birthdays came around is a traditional dish, Mexican mole with arroz. That's when it was just the six of us. My parents and my sisters six times a year. Then when I hit twenty two that is when I had my first real birthday. When I met Heather is when I started knowing how it was to celebrate a birthday for myself. It felt really good. When our first niece came to be with us. We celebrated like never before. We wanted her to feel like it was to have a birthday. After that I made sure to celebrate everyone in my life's birthday but I got carried away and backed off. I don't celebrate them like I had in my twenties. It just gets depressing after a while. As the family gets older it doesn't become as important as it was in the younger years. Now the loved ones live far away or just don't care about specific people in the family enough to celebrate it.

Last year I didn't do anything for my birthday. I made it intentionally dull. Wanted it to be the way it had been before Heather but she spoiled me in the past and it turned out making me feel horrible. I told myself that it didn't matter, from that point on I was going to celebrate it the best way I could from this year and on after that.

I hate having a heart. Hate feeling like I need to do something.

Made a new friend here a while back and she turned thirty yesterday. She wanted to celebrate it big. I mean it's only once you hit that milestone in our life time. Her plans were to make it memorable. I asked her, so how did it turn out? She looked at me with the saddest look on her face and said, nothing. Didn't do anything. Just spent it at home. I felt her pain. Didn't realize how important a birthday can be. I just figured we get old and on to the next day, like regular.

How many of you have had a birthday and had all these plans and just none came about? How many children and adults go without even a birthday cake? Have you ever thought that blowing out some candles to make those birthday wishes come true, some haven't experienced it yet. Now a days you have to celebrate a birthday by making it better than the last if not it didn't even matter.

When you remember your past birthdays do you remember who all was there to help you celebrate?

Yes we feel like a birthday is important to you and me, but that is when my heart aches to think that someone didn't get to feel that happiness, that acknowledgement that they exist.