Arsenic and Old Lace

Well...I missed Ten on Ten. Pretty damn unhappy about that. I tried. I really did. I have some shots on my camera, but I was sick. I couldn't even download them to see what they were.

I spent the majority of the day in bed. Watching movies. Which is what I've pretty much been doing for the past six days. You see, that night I couldn't sleep and figured out I had TMJ. It was actually the first night I didn't have a fever. Or so I thought. I've had a low grade fever since last Friday afternoon. Add in body aches, fatigue, chills, night sweats, stiff neck and headache. No earth-shattering symptoms. I wake up feeling pretty good. Do a few things. And by mid-afternoon the fever returns. And I'm back in bed. Watching movies.

My movie list includes: Erin Brokovich, The Blind Side, Pretty Woman, The Bounty Hunter, Dear John and part of The Time Traveler's Wife. I'm hoping the next movie I see will be on the big screen. With a large popcorn and mochi. And a bucket of Diet Coke. That sounds a lot more appealing than toast, won ton soup, and weak tea.

I finally had enough self-diagnosing and actually went to the doctor on Wednesday. I felt like an idiot. "Well doc, I really don't have any symptoms other than a fever that comes back every afternoon," I mumbled.

"No sore throat? Rash?" he responded.

"Nope."

"Have you been anywhere out-of-the-ordinary recently?" he went on.

"uh uh."

"Is everything ok at home with you and BSD?" he inquired.

"I'm pretty sure it is," I answered, looking confused.

"Well, if it's not, maybe he's trying to poison you. Do you have a large insurance policy on yourself?" he continued.

"Nope. I'm pretty sure I'm worth more to him alive than dead," I laughed. Then I started to wonder.

The doctor went on to tell me I probably just had a virus, but he had the nurse draw blood to be sure. Sure of what? That I wasn't being slowly poisoned to death by my beloved.

I sat in the exam room and waited. And worried. And thought about all the ways I irritate BSD. And the fact that BSD does the cooking while he's home.

The doctor came back and said, "Your bloodwork is fine. It's just a random virus."

I left with an armload of time-release Aleve sample boxes. A plan to be nicer to BSD. And a new movie title to add to my queue. Anybody have a copy of Arsenic and Old Lace I can borrow?

Note: Today is Day 2 of being fever-free. But seeing as it's Friday the 13th, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.