Do you ever contemplate death? Do you ever wonder how it's all going to end? Hmmm, sounds like the beginning to a long forgotten teenage angsty poem I once wrote.
So, last Friday, I had food poisoning. Bad shrimp salad I scarfed down late Thursday night. Probably should have noticed it was rank, but I was hungry and it tasted fine. Ended up paying for my last minute meal by throwing up for 18 hours beginning the moment I opened my eyes come Friday morning.
As I lay in my bed contemplating my misery, I thought, you know, I'm always sick. I've always got a cold, or an allergy attack, or an attack of arthritis, or whatever. And I thought, I'm a 33 year old woman who is not in terrible shape, a smidge overweight, works out occasionally, but no matter what I do or eat, I'm always sick. Granted some of my ailments are whiny, poor me complaints, but hey....
I've always been sick. As I child, I rarely had a good weekend when I wasn't vomiting or had a fever. And yet, doctors just told my parents I was just being a kid. I don't like to medicate, but I was definitely over-medicated in the antibiotics department as a kid. Since moving to Florida, having all of these allergies doesn't help either. And when I'm sick with a cold, boy is it a doozy! My hubby will be sick for a day, I'm sick for a week. He gets a fever. I get a fever, coughing, and vomiting. He has a stuffy nose, I get a double ear infection.
And that's how I know what my death will be. I will be one of those old people lying a hospital bed dying of .... pneumonia. Not glamorous. Just coughing my brains out until I drown in my own fluids. Wonderful. But, hopefully, I'll be a hundred and twenty-five with 75% of me bionically replaced while scores of great great great grandchildren weep at my passing.
Or I'll die in a few months when the world ends as the Mayan calendar predicts. Time will tell!
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