“I am fabulous. Period.”
Says a lot about “DuPree”’s attitude, don’t you think? I like him already. 🙂
I had happened by his blog as I was checking out the tomatoes thrown at SoOverU. I love her spunk and attitude, and it’s just disturbing how some people could ridicule her way of coping with what she was dealing with.
But no matter, both SoOverU and DuPree are so fab, nonetheless.
I don’t think I would do enough justice to DuPree’s blog, so I’ll just post an excerpt here:
Excerpts from DuPree’s Blog (Chlorine in the Gene Pool):
Oh boy – first cold of the season is here. And just as I was getting into the holiday spirit. But thanks to modern medicine, I am hopeful that it will be short lived, as I have ingested enough Zicam to wipe out plague.
Fingers crossed.
I took Nyquil the last two nights, which usually works well for me. But I’m starting to see a difference from previous years.
I used to sleep soundly through the night and wake up feeling refreshed, cheerful and sunny – almost like a Disney film. Now it zonks me out for only a couple hours and then I’m wide awake and have to go sit in the living room and read – till I fall asleep in my chair.
Then the fun begins.
Last night’s hallucinations began with me waking up – speaking, in mid-conversation with someone – and seeing myself in a blank stuccoed hallway with a heavily -barred arched door at the end.
When I challenged whomever was behind the door – the huge red demon on the other side let loose with a deep and reverberating ROAR and blasted the door with fire – the entire hallway shaking , stucco falling from the walls in chunks.
Then I began to mock the demon because he couldn’t get at me.
Smart move.
He roared and spit fire some more – then he sent his minions to visit me in my living room.
I awoke again (?) in my darkened living room (I don’t remember turning the reading light off), able to just discern the dark, hulking and misshapen forms surrounding me – one over in the corner, one just barely silhouetted against the front window sheers, and another atop the couch.
I laughed at the demonic minions, peeling the flaking plasticy coating from my clothing (you know, the coating the aliens gave me – in between yelling at the demon and this little exchange) and began to fling the flakes at them and telling them “begone, demonic minions! I have dogs and can reach this lamp, so you had better not mess with me! I will fling alien plastic stuff at you!”
Then, from out of nowhere, our dog Boris (deceased two years) came running into the living room, barking and scaring away the demonic shapes. I called him to my side and he ran towards me – then flung himself against my feet and disappeared.
He did not like the alien flaky stuff, it seems.
My current, living and breathing dogs could be heard upstairs. Snoring.
Damn non-demonic-minion chasing dogs.
After Boris disappeared in a puff of white vapor, I reached over and turned on my reading lamp.
I put the kettle on the stove to make tea, popped another Zicam, sat back down and picked up the novel I am reading.
It was just 5 am – still dark. And there was no way I was going back to sleep – or whatever that last few hours was.
As for dealing with that “achey, coughing, stuffy head feeling” so I can sleep? No more Nyquil or me.
Tonight- it’s back to bourbon.
