Cough, cough

have you ever seen a sick vampire? Or even a sick werewolf? No? The reason is because we hide in secret ourselves away to heal quietly amongst the darkness where only the owls and insects can witness our torment!

We get sick sure enough. Not as often as most of the other bipeds do. We get colds and viruses and germs along with the rest of the world. All creatures get sick, we just think more devious shit when we do. Like how to knock off ourselves and take a few souls with us for entertainment on the journey to hell. I am not so miserable as to believe that I won't make it. I just get angry at being so weak to things so small and mundane that cannot even read and write. It's kinda the same disdain I have for human folk. Chances are if I'm sick my little one will be too, if not beforehand. And that means I rarely have time to withdraw, as would be proper, and heal. I have to assume the role of mom and nurse and nanny when she ails as she is still learning our ways and how to heal what ails her. If I can't heal it or stitch it or set it, then it's pretty bad. I get overwhelmed when I cannot fix the things I know and expect I should be able to. You think a doctor gets mad when they can't figure out a proper diagnosis?!? (like the 38 years it took to figure out mine and I ultimately had to lead the asses to water and kick the donkey nuts on 'em to make them drink and now they take the credit!) Try being the one with all the right answers and then have none when you need one! I feel like shit today and even feel useless as I cannot stop the sinus and headache and body aches I am suffering with. I finally caved in and took some medicines to alleviate the symptoms and know I will ride whatever it is out as I always do.

Life is a slow death process. As women get older we break down. It all starts with the tolerance level for whining and then the bladders go on those of us that have given vaginal births, no matter how many Kegel exercises we do. We cough, we pee; we cry, we pee; we sneeze, all hell breaks loose. There aren't enough feminine products to block the leaks and not enough tissue to plug the nose and eyes from draining. I am not crying to the choir here just stating the facts. As a species, I have survived death not once but a dozen times from the elements and accidents I have participated in life. Sickness and germs even. The difference is the treatment to which I have as a regime. I will not succumb to medicine, excepting a last resort, and you will find me suffering and whimpering in silence while I drink my teas and chew on toast and starve the hell out of myself. I have obligations tomorrow and woke up with what I call "squid face" which is the epitome of snot goo covering the regions of the eyes and nose and upper lip. Add to that the headache from hell and the feeling like someone is either pulling a golf ball down from the skull and out the nose, or that squid is sucking my face to the point of suffocation. The problem is the speed to that which has taken control of my body. I am miserable and wish for an aerie filled with sacks of firm downy feathers and a cool breeze and comforter and endless supply of teas and chocolat and wine. I want it dark and icy and quiet music in the background. Of course my computer shall be there should I feel the need arise to share my experience with all and the tv should I get bored of hearing the same music over and over again. Don't climb up to the loft or disturb the heathen inside. Just wait for my call or my flight from suffrage and know you did good and can live another day! Lol~mobe's love to her all (cough, sneeze, cough) and her all to her loves.