Sunday, March 18, 2012

Green for Saint Patrick's Day

Instead of celebrating Saint Patrick's day like a normal 'Irish-once-a-year' girl, enjoying Guinness, corned beef, cabbage and boiled potatoes, I was bedridden and green with the flu.

Photo: Dreamstime|Piotr Marcinski

I slept off and on all day, couldn't take care of the kids and couldn't even watch TV. Total bummer. What's worse, I had some of the weirdest dreams. Delirium. The one that really disturbed me is the dream where I was having stand-up sex in a cave-like dwelling with a man who resembled Jesus. He even let me cut his long, flowing hair.

Very strange. I know I fell asleep after praying to the porcelain God and begged God almighty to help me get over the flu fast. But I certainly didn't want to have that kind of a sick dream. I don't know if I'll ever be able to pray again. The vision is burnt into my memory. I don't even think I can tell anyone about it without getting one of those critical, judgmental looks - "What is wrong with you?"

The good news is - I woke up this morning and the flu was gone! HALLELUJAH!

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