Still sick

I’m still sick. I am really bad at being sick. I have this vision of sickness that involves the couch, a remote, a good book and about two days of senescence. I think the last time I actually fulfilled this version of sick is when I got the flu while I was pregnant with Grey. I watched the entire first six seasons of Red Dwarf on DVD in a fevered-haze (the best way, in my opinion). But my only two nods to the snot-beast currently taking residence in my chest are that I slept through church Sunday (and by slept through I mean that I got up half an hour before the madding crowd returned home), and I skipped yoga.

It’s hard enough for me to be interesting at the best of times. But being interesting while I’m sick? Yeah. Right.

But my husband demanded that I share one of this weekend’s anecdotes, and lacking more compelling material, I shall oblige him.

Grey has a number of toys that play songs. Nearly every keyboard-type electronic device he owns has a setting where it plays songs. Please note: every one of them plays “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. He will sometimes quiz me on the songs and demand I sing them. Where DID my back-brain learn all the words to all these songs? He would like you to know that “Oh My Darlin’ Clementine” is very sad. How did she get lost, mama? Didn’t she have a whistle?

Anyway, “In the Hall of the Mountain King” came up in rotation, and he asked me to sing it. I know some words, “Goblins racing down the street, they will get, much to eat, when it’s time for trick-or-treat on Halloween”. They didn’t quite match with the longer version, so I expanded on the hungry goblins theme. Grey pretended to be scared – delightedly so. After our fourth or fifth time of me being a hungry goblin, he and I both became goblins and went upstairs looking for daddy-sized prey. Having found some, we gnawed on various available arms and legs.

My husband said, “Wow, this is just like the worst of my zombie dreams.” (An interesting insight to his psyche, doncha think?)

I, being sick and muzzy-mouthed, replied that we were zoblins. My husband and I laughed in delight. What a great word! Zoblins!

Zoblins, or maybe Gombies
Zoblins, or maybe Gombies

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

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