Hand-Foot-Mouth

This journal picture is for Deborah. I was watching a black and white old movie on the Morning Movie one day and the plot and dialog "you big gorilla" was rather dated so I switched to looking at the clothes, decor and style of living. Lots of drinks, smokes and evenings at the country club in evening dresses. The houses in this movie all had at least 10,000 square feet and came with servants. Regular folks. This lamp caught my eye. Big, tall and very tasty. Belonged to said "gorilla".

I have been "sick". Nasty itchy rash on my hands and feet. The more you scratch the worse it gets. And then my mouth started to hurt. Sore gums. Then what felt like a huge canker sore on my tongue and then what felt like a box of needles in my tongue. I couldn't eat anything and talking and swallowing were awful. And the only relief for the itching of my feet--gotta wear shoes and go to work--was long soaks in very hot water. On wednesday, I worked with my mouth so sore I hardly spoke to anyone except when I really HAD to.

First they treated me for thrush and when that had limited success I got to see another doctor and she said it was "hand, feet, mouth" virus. No treatment. Should be all gone by Monday. I have been sitting in the tv room in a little stupor since Wednesday evening. No blog reading or writing. I kept forgetting what day it was even. And trying to drink liquids. Agony. And trying not to scratch my feet. Double agony. Thursday, I woke up at 5am and soaked my feet while reading my Nancy Crow book and trying not to swallow. MISERY.

I'm feeling better right now. And had a strawberry shake to celebrate. I think I'll still be having yogurt for dinner.