I have been ill.  Nothing big or scary, just a kidney infection.  Never-the-less, it has been incapacitating.  I am not a good sick person.  My preferred method of dealing with being sick is to ignore it.  I figure if I ignore it, like all annoying things, it will go away.  That occasionally works.  When it doesn’t, my next approach is to crawl into a corner, preferably a warm corner with lots of pillows and blankets, and be left alone to my misery.  No drugs, no food, no mollycoddling (a pile of good books is always appreciated though).  Through shear will and sulking I will conquer what ever sickness that thinks it has its claws in me.  Sometimes that works.  My family is not fond of the sulking or the surliness that erupts when they try to do things to make me feel better.

I have discovered with a kidney infection neither of my preferred methods of coping work.  Seeking help is at the bottom of list.  I have been told this is a male tendency, but I disagree.  I am pretty positive that there are other women in the world that are similarly wired to me.  Anyway, it was really one of my personal care failures that had me ending up in the hospital emergency.  I don’t partake of enough fluids.  Other than tea, I can’t be bothered with most fluids.  This, especially in regards to a kidney infection, is a bad things.  Dehydration, I discovered in a memorable way, leads to a killer migraine-like headache and subsequently nausea.  Another of my discoveries, during this time of life lessons, antibiotics really knock the wind out of your sails.  I have decided that during this illness I have definitely been a Mombie.  A Mombie is when you are feeling like the living dead but still having to function for your family (admittedly, barely functioning).   I have designed a shirt and will be adding it to my collection.  Hopefully, my perpetual Mombie-ness is coming to an end.