I Hate Dairy Queen

I’m sick as a dog. I’ve been on the road since the end of October, crammed in a car doing an average of eight hours of travelling a day. I have never felt so old.  My knees occasionally lock, or pop out of place, and it’s no big deal. I just pop them back in. Sadly, that requires being able to STRAIGHTEN my legs. For the last three or so hours of the last drive, I wasn;t able to do that. I tried to overcompensate by contorting myself into different positions, but by the time we arrived at my mother-in-laws house to help with a little family business, I could barely move.

 Speaking of barely moving, at some point on the way here we stopped at a Dairy Queen while gassing up. I swear the dumb moron that made my chicken sandwich gave me salmonella or some other type of food poisioning. I’m going on over a full 24 hours without eating due to not having an appetite or not being able to keep anything down. I have never been so dehydrated in my life, and being the type who practically gets drunk on water every day (yes, there IS such a thing as water intoxication!), it’s hitting me pretty hard. I have to psyche myself up just to move three feet. My son just punched me in the nuts, and there was nothing I could do to protect myself.

So I’m sitting here watching some old FMW DVDs that I picked up in a discount bin in Saskatchewan. At the first site of blood, I questioned my choice of viewing material (why didn’t I put in Rocky?). Then, when the blood made me a little nauseous, I figured I’d just keep watching. What’s the worst thing that could happen? I’d get all the puking for the day over with.

Oh, and all the time changes in the last three days have messed me up. I’ve been waking up at close to 5:00am every day. I feel sorry for all the WWE guys that cross time zones every day, every week. Poor dudes!

Anyways, I’m going to go back to doing as little as possible.

Don’t eat at Dairy Queen! At least not in Revelstoke, BC!


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