Nope, still puking.

So apparently it's not that this virus is going away so much as it's not bad during the day, and then around 9:30 each night it starts creeping back up on me. It hits its worst between the hours of 1 and 5 AM, although the puking starts at around 11 PM. Last night was just as bad as Thursday

I'm sitting here with Lohi'au preening on the back of my chair and saying, "cococococococo!" to me. I'm feeling a little better, although I did have to stop cleaning bird cages in order to sit down.

So one thing this whole epic virus has made me do is prioritize. That's what you do when you are crawling to the bathroom at 3 in the morning, you prioritize. You say, "What needs to be done that I can do, and what can I leave until this is over?" First, the living creatures. I had my parents take my dogs because I can't be running around with them all the time. The birds, well my Mom offered to come and help with that, but it is a big job and she can't go into the aviary. (I don't blame her; birds flying around your head can be intimidating.) So in the spaces when I'm not sick, those are the first things I have to do. And I can't sit there and wait "just one more minute till it gets better" because instead it might go right back to "Time to offer at the porcelain altar."

Second, I have to be cleeeeean! I am taking every opportunity I can to take a shower, even if it means sitting down in the tub and showering that way.

Third is keeping the house clean and that's just not been going well. I haven't even taken out the garbage since yesterday.

Mummy K offered to go to the store for me and I asked her to find this one girl who works there, tell her what was going on, and buy whatever she said to buy. She's a nutritionalist and she knows her holistic remedies. And I realized that I want to be the person that people go to for this information. I want people to say, "Go to this gal, she knows what she's talking about and she'll make you better."

And here's the other thing that is admittedly on my mind. Everytime I get sick--though I can't remember it ever being this bad for this long--I think about cancer patients. I'll probably have this virus for a few more days at the most. Cancer patients going through chemotherapy feel like this for months.My wonderful and close friend, my first Kung Fu teacher, fought multiple myeloma and had a bone marrow transplant and mad treatments and she felt like this for a whole year. A year. And that's what I try to remember when I'm puking and whining, "OMG whyyyyyy? Why won't it stooopppp?"

I'm such a weird, messed up creature. Even when I'm curled up on the couch trying not to move too much, there's some part of me that's still kind of reveling in the human experience. I don't know, I can't explain it. Like, it's so fascinating that we get these viruses and how our bodies react to them. I'm aware of stuff that is going on and even though it's so gross and nasty and I hate it, it's kind of compelling to think about it, you know? And then we live on this wonderful planet where all of this mad life has evolved to do its own thing, and I have this lovely island with misty, rainy mornings that smell like the sea and I want to open the windows even though I'm freezing.

Okay, so now Lohi'au is pecking the back of the chair so hard that he's shaking the entire chair around and it's making me feel nauseated. I just told him, "Can you stop that? You're making me feel really sick," and he said, "Coooooooo!" and bowed to me and then went back to doing it. Gotta go now. Sorry for the crazy rambling.

Nope, still puking.

So apparently it's not that this virus is going away so much as it's not bad during the day, and then around 9:30 each night it starts creeping back up on me. It hits its worst between the hours of 1 and 5 AM, although the puking starts at around 11 PM. Last night was just as bad as Thursday

I'm sitting here with Lohi'au preening on the back of my chair and saying, "cococococococo!" to me. I'm feeling a little better, although I did have to stop cleaning bird cages in order to sit down.

So one thing this whole epic virus has made me do is prioritize. That's what you do when you are crawling to the bathroom at 3 in the morning, you prioritize. You say, "What needs to be done that I can do, and what can I leave until this is over?" First, the living creatures. I had my parents take my dogs because I can't be running around with them all the time. The birds, well my Mom offered to come and help with that, but it is a big job and she can't go into the aviary. (I don't blame her; birds flying around your head can be intimidating.) So in the spaces when I'm not sick, those are the first things I have to do. And I can't sit there and wait "just one more minute till it gets better" because instead it might go right back to "Time to offer at the porcelain altar."

Second, I have to be cleeeeean! I am taking every opportunity I can to take a shower, even if it means sitting down in the tub and showering that way.

Third is keeping the house clean and that's just not been going well. I haven't even taken out the garbage since yesterday.

Mummy K offered to go to the store for me and I asked her to find this one girl who works there, tell her what was going on, and buy whatever she said to buy. She's a nutritionalist and she knows her holistic remedies. And I realized that I want to be the person that people go to for this information. I want people to say, "Go to this gal, she knows what she's talking about and she'll make you better."

And here's the other thing that is admittedly on my mind. Everytime I get sick--though I can't remember it ever being this bad for this long--I think about cancer patients. I'll probably have this virus for a few more days at the most. Cancer patients going through chemotherapy feel like this for months.My wonderful and close friend, my first Kung Fu teacher, fought multiple myeloma and had a bone marrow transplant and mad treatments and she felt like this for a whole year. A year. And that's what I try to remember when I'm puking and whining, "OMG whyyyyyy? Why won't it stooopppp?"

I'm such a weird, messed up creature. Even when I'm curled up on the couch trying not to move too much, there's some part of me that's still kind of reveling in the human experience. I don't know, I can't explain it. Like, it's so fascinating that we get these viruses and how our bodies react to them. I'm aware of stuff that is going on and even though it's so gross and nasty and I hate it, it's kind of compelling to think about it, you know? And then we live on this wonderful planet where all of this mad life has evolved to do its own thing, and I have this lovely island with misty, rainy mornings that smell like the sea and I want to open the windows even though I'm freezing.

Okay, so now Lohi'au is pecking the back of the chair so hard that he's shaking the entire chair around and it's making me feel nauseated. I just told him, "Can you stop that? You're making me feel really sick," and he said, "Coooooooo!" and bowed to me and then went back to doing it. Gotta go now. Sorry for the crazy rambling.