The Lioness Who Cried Wolf

I am still not feeling well. This will drag out for a long time but sometimes I feel worse than others. Last night was one of those times. This morning I was remembering many years ago when I worked at a medical insurance company. Some of the diagnoses that came across my desk became favorites of mine. “No room at the inn”, for example, was a well person accompanying a sick person. I’d like to say it was one of the weirder ones but it’s not. My most favorite diagnosis was “malaise and fatigue”. Every time someone says “flu-like symptoms” or “it tastes like chicken” that diagnosis jumps into my mind. It feels like a catch-all phrase. Unfortunately, it describes exactly how I’ve been feeling. Also this morning, I realized that my malaise and fatigue could be exacerbated by stress at work. By the time I get home, I’m done but there’s still so much more to do.

The first thing I did last night was spank Lion with a crop he’s had for years. He said it felt lighter than the light wooden spoon I’d used the night before. I’ll have to hunt down other implements that will do the trick. I know we have others. It’s just a matter of finding them.

I made one of our Hello Fresh dinners. They’re pretty easy and when I don’t feel well it’s nice to make something I don’t really have to think about. I just follow along step by step and we have a good meal.

I forgot to change the bed over the weekend. Then I forgot till bedtime on Monday. Even though I didn’t feel at all like changing the bed, I know Lion’s allergies would continue to make him feel uncomfortable so I bit the bullet.

A while after my shower, Lion asked if I wanted to play. I told him I’d felt yucky all day. He said he’d asked how I was feeling and I said I was okay. That’s probably true. I was okay. I wasn’t great. I wasn’t bad. I was just in between. I thought I’d told him during the day that I wasn’t feeling well but maybe I didn’t. At a certain point in my long, drawn-out “flu-like symptoms” I just have to consider it business as usual and plow through. It gets old telling people you don’t feel well. It’s like the boy who cried wolf.

Before I leave work I’ll take some Tylenol so I feel a little better when I get home. I don’t think I’ll practice Lion crack swats until I find a better paddle. But I am determined to play with him, even if it’s only for a little while. I know he’s a horny boy and I want to encourage that as much as possible.

What do you think?