Monday, November 10, 2008

CLOSED Box o'Sox 2 Winner and a Warning

Step away from the screen. Get the hand sanitizers ready. Don't breathe unless you absolutely have to.

I am one giant germ factory. When you're too sick to even garter stitch, you're in the grip of something ugly.

But before I go back to sneezing, sniffling, whimpering, and whining, let me say hooray for Monica J, the winner of Box o'Sox 2!

Gotta run. My Nyquil is calling. I'll post another giveaway tomorrow but promise to handle it with rubber gloves.

11 Comments:

Blogger JellyDonut said...

So sorry you are sick. The crud is going around. Right now, by husband is dying (just ask him) and I know it's headed my way. I'm slamming the Cold Snap and hoping for a miracle. Here's some e-chicken soup. Feel better soon.

10:31 PM  
Blogger teabird said...

Condolences on the crud! It's going around at the library right now, and I hope I can continue to duck...

10:44 PM  
Blogger ikkinlala said...

I hope you're feeling better soon!

11:20 PM  
Blogger LisaB said...

The only comfort I can offer is that I have already gone through this and it does get better, in about 10 days. Its going around my house and my job.

2:24 AM  
Blogger monica said...

So sorry you are sick, we have been sharing the crud with each other in our household too, despite the increased handwashing. I haven't dressed them in protective hazmat suits yet, though that may be in their future

Thanks so much for the wonderful contest.

7:57 AM  
Blogger georg said...

Feel better soon!!

8:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hope you feel better soon. Looking forward to seeing you on writerspace on Wed. night.

what time will you be there on Thurs. night?

Ellen

8:35 AM  
Anonymous carol said...

The "nasty" season is here. Hope you are feeling better very soon.

8:46 AM  
Blogger Barbara Bretton said...

Ellen, I'm not doing the Thursday night Writerspace; just the Wednesday. (I figure if I escape with my dignity intact on Wed. why press my luck.)

I slept sitting up on the sofa last night, looking appropriately pathetic. Goldisox was solicitous but I'm more of a cave-dweller type when I'm sick. I growl. I bite his head off. I want to be left alone, ignored but not really. (That's the hard part to explain to him. I want all the fuss and concern and would feel horribly neglected if I didn't get it, but I push it away with both hands just the same. Go figure.) I drag my chicken soup to the darkest part of my cave and wait for death.

10:46 AM  
Blogger BeadKnitter said...

Oh no! So sorry to hear you're sick. I've been exposed to the creeping crud 3 times by family members in the last 2 weeks. I'm wondering when it will hit me.

Take care of yourself, and I hope you get well soon.

3:10 PM  
Blogger Lovs2Knit said...

OMG, NyQuil is your friend too. I've been living on the stuff for the last two days. I've even thought about curling up with it tonight when I go to bed. ;)

Hope you start feeling better soon.

4:44 PM  

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