'Tis the Season: Or,This Is How Christmas Comes To DiesteemCreated with Sketch.

in #life5 years ago (edited)

It was that hot and sweaty feeling. It comes on quick, out of nowhere. Tingling begins inside the head, and that is never good. Nothing with an unsteadiness belongs inside a head. A swirling sensation in the stomach accompanies it, and that’s the real problem—the two together do not result in a human standing perpendicular to the ground. Drop now, before you fall.

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As I looked at a couple stray fir needles on the carpet beneath my hands, lyrics jumped into my head. And so this is Christmas… That is just the way the unconscious mind works. It is crafty and ironic, and sometimes just outright sarcastic. Then another lyric rolled right in behind the last. Tis the season to be…fainting…fa la la la la, la la la la.

Twelve Hours Earlier

I had been standing in front of several trays of Christmas cookies. Jolly people were trotting back-and-forth and in and out of the room to bask in the warm sun outside. An explosion of many gifts given to many people had taken over the living room so much so that the entire room was one very large and festive rat’s nest. I could almost visualize a giant sized rat wearing a Santa suit scuttling along, the tip of its long scaly tail knocking a coffee table askew. He would be carefully disorganizing bits or wrapping paper and ribbon like the best of rat housekeepers.

A football was being tossed back and forth between cousins out on that very un-Christmas-like green lawn. The clinks of beer bottles and wine glasses and the heavy smell of cigar smoke drifted to nose and ear.

But don’t think of any smells now, I told myself. Too late. The taste of normally delicious Christmas cookies entered my mind, and my normally friendly stomach made a decidedly hostile wave of nausea reappear.

Twenty Minutes Earlier

I was at the creek I played in as a child, having been visiting my mother for Christmas. But the creek was larger. Heavy rains sent brown water rushing down culverts in beautiful rippling mini rapids, ending in a fairy sized waterfall descending into an eerie green pond. The stillness of that pond was oppressive. Stillness is where cold-hearted things like to lurk. Waiting, with long teeth embedded in jaws that crush and twist. But it is not just the crushers-and-twisters that are a concern. There are the ones with the retractable fangs that were disguised somewhere in that brush, aggressively watching.

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But I stayed nonetheless, brave creature that I am, until I heard the noise. The noise was so loud it shattered my perception of life all around me. It was a deep, ominous sound, heralding some sort of foreign invasion. Something dangerous had entered my territory, and whether it be futile for me to fight it, I had to know what it was. It was the sort of sound that sends a person running, and maybe that is just what I ought to have done, but instead—

I sat up in bed. Actually, I jerked out of bed, blinking my newly opened eyes into the blinding light as I flicked on lights as I went. I walked pointedly through the house to identify that sound and to check on the children. I probably should have taken note that Big Dog was not preparing to eat an intruder, but instead was looking very sleepily up at me from his bed…like maybe there hadn’t be the least sign of a suspicious sound.

I charged onto the children’s room, and seeing all was well, I turned on my heel and—bam! That’s when it hit me.

Fast Forward, and Here we are Back at the Beginning

No, not an alligator or a water moccasin, or a burglar or an alien spaceship—the tingling in my head and the knots in my stomach hit me. I crawled to the bathroom floor where the cold tile felt almost exonerating, but not quite. I wove my way across the floor like a caterpillar inching along: move this leg, then the next leg, and now this leg again…closer and closer to the porcelain throne.

The sweat was beading on my forehead like I had just run a marathon, but it wasn’t me that was working so hard. My body was sweating in sympathy with how hard that virus was working. Just get it over with, I whispered, looking down into the throne. My stomach turned, like maybe it too was in sympathy: Yes, let’s get it over with, over with, over with, over with…

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And so this is Christmas, the radio sang on inside my head as I looked at the white porcelain. Or, at least, this is how Christmas comes to die. Can’t complain, it will be back next year.

‘Tis the season…for the stomach flu.

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Oh no! But still, only you would turn the stomach flu into entertainment. Happy Christmas x

You gotta do what you gotta do :)

Oh, that's not good! I hope by now you're feeling better. Not a great way to spend Christmas, but like you say, it'll be back again next year. Best wishes.

Fortunately it happened Christmas night, when all was done and the pressure off. Thanks, I am better now.

Ah, something you ate or simply a 24 hour thing?

Just a 24 hr thing, actually less than 12 hr in my case. Thank goodness.

Thankfully. Glad all is well now and you're back normal.

Ugh ! Now THERE is one Christmas present nobody asks for !

Hope you are feeling better already.

And the gift that keeps on giving. Thanks, doing well now. Hope your Christmas was fun.

Until you said stomach flu, I was going to pronounce you pregnant again. ! LOL...

Glad you are feeling better. :)

Lol! Now that would have been a present I did not put on my wish list.

Lol! Now that would have
Been a present I did not
Put on my wish list.

                 - ginnyannette


I'm a bot. I detect haiku.

What a time to get the flu, you would think it might be a little more understanding considering it is Christmas! Hope you are feeling better or perhaps not, the flu like to stay for a tad too long. I am sure you are being looked after.

Thanks, I am feeling better. Viruses I think just might enjoy playing the antagonist :)

Oh man! that was so good but so torturous to read! How long did that last? " festive rat’s nest" lol. Perfect.

I wasn't sick for long, thank goodness. I hope your Christmas was very rats nest-like, or not, which ever you prefer.

Haha! Very good ginnyannette. We didn't celebrate it this year becaus we have no family here, especially not kids and Mrs. J had to work but that's fine, she wanted the holiday pay.

That is totally what Mr. Ginnyannette would do if given the chance :)

Really? lol..well maybe it's a good idea then. But if you were married it would have to be approved by both parties because that's not normal!

Yeah, Mr. Ginnyannette is a workaholic. Fortunately I force him into balance that out ;)

Me too. Good for you though, that's very important and he'll look back and be thankful for that!

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