Fellow BFS dudes. My body is SCRE*WED!
I got wicked sick today; I barfed for four hours (both ends if you know what I mean) and ran a temperature of about a million degrees. I was sweating bullets.
As a result my legs, feet, and toes have taken on a life of their own; apparently they want to go dancing.
Its blo*ody hilarious, they are bouncing around on the bed and my toes are trying to wiggle their way off my foot. My quads look like they are trying to power lift. – I’ve never seen my body like this. My wife can only stare wide eyed at my legs.
I’m not worried about ALS really, but I do have a question; would the stomach flue enhance twitching in someone with ALS? Or could this be, yet more, evidence that I’m fine except I twitch?
Kudos to my wife though. She set up the baby monitor in my room. She also wiped up the puke when I couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Then, in the absence of Pedialite, she took to the internet and whipped up some home brew out of honey, baking powder, salt, and water – WHAT A LADY! She even called a nurse for me, took all my business calls, looked after the baby, spoon fed me my “Pedialite” (every five minutes.)
To top it all off she massaged my calf’s (I’M NOT MAKING THIS UP GUYS) and put on my Black Hawk Down DVD (my favorite movie, her least favorite movie).
I’m no longer selling her on Ebay so the bidding can stop guys. This one is a keeper.
Man, you should have seen me on the porcelain phone; picture the scene from Aliens where the guy, obviously in enormous pain, is yelling “kill me, kill me” while the cute baby alien starts to emerge from his belly. I wished I was dead and I can honestly say I’ve never been so sick in all my life.
I’m so glad she didn’t pull the trigger because I’m feeling way better now! She insists on keeping the gun loaded though, just in case things make a turn for the worse. GOD BLESS HER.
)
Jeff
I got wicked sick today; I barfed for four hours (both ends if you know what I mean) and ran a temperature of about a million degrees. I was sweating bullets.
As a result my legs, feet, and toes have taken on a life of their own; apparently they want to go dancing.
Its blo*ody hilarious, they are bouncing around on the bed and my toes are trying to wiggle their way off my foot. My quads look like they are trying to power lift. – I’ve never seen my body like this. My wife can only stare wide eyed at my legs.
I’m not worried about ALS really, but I do have a question; would the stomach flue enhance twitching in someone with ALS? Or could this be, yet more, evidence that I’m fine except I twitch?
Kudos to my wife though. She set up the baby monitor in my room. She also wiped up the puke when I couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Then, in the absence of Pedialite, she took to the internet and whipped up some home brew out of honey, baking powder, salt, and water – WHAT A LADY! She even called a nurse for me, took all my business calls, looked after the baby, spoon fed me my “Pedialite” (every five minutes.)
To top it all off she massaged my calf’s (I’M NOT MAKING THIS UP GUYS) and put on my Black Hawk Down DVD (my favorite movie, her least favorite movie).
I’m no longer selling her on Ebay so the bidding can stop guys. This one is a keeper.
Man, you should have seen me on the porcelain phone; picture the scene from Aliens where the guy, obviously in enormous pain, is yelling “kill me, kill me” while the cute baby alien starts to emerge from his belly. I wished I was dead and I can honestly say I’ve never been so sick in all my life.
I’m so glad she didn’t pull the trigger because I’m feeling way better now! She insists on keeping the gun loaded though, just in case things make a turn for the worse. GOD BLESS HER.
)Jeff
It's like hazing, but without all the fun of getting drunk. 
