Sickness, Catholic Guilt and Italian Sub Sandwiches

OK, so I’m laying here, sick as a dog with bronchitis — or what the Princess likes to fondly call the galloping consumption (and who the hell knows what else I caught while visiting my relatives in the beautiful snow-covered Wasatch Mountains) thinking about eating again, after chowing down an hour and a half ago, and wondering: Is it “feed a cold and starve a fever” or “feed a fever and starve a cold”?

 

And what, pray tell, do you do for an undernourished, bulbous, sick Buddha belly? Feed it? Starve it? Or send it to bed?

 

The Cream of Wheat and hard boiled egg that I ate 90 minutes ago isn’t cutting it and thoughts of a sausage and meatball sandwich on a toasted Italian sub roll smothered in parmesan cheese start dancing in my head.

 

Then suddenly I snap outta my feverish delusion and begin thinking maybe (just MAYBE!) sausage and meatballs loaded with parmesan cheese isn’t a medically sound choice for bronchitis (or my Buddha Belly) and maybe that chicken soup that I made for myself earlier may be a more reasonable choice for such a consumptive malady.

 

Damn!

 

Even when I’m sick, I’m guilty!

 

You’d think a recovering, guilt-ridden Catholic who has spent many a year cowering in a confessional, searching for absolution from sins so trivial and insignificant that I actually had to lie to sound more important (and spent many a year in therapy discussing why I did just that ) would have better things to do with her time.

 

But no, not me.

 

So here I sit, coughing a lung out and feeling sick as a dog (and looking a little blue around the gills) and all I can think about is how I shouldn’t be eating anything as exotic as sausage and meatballs and feeling as guilty as a nun in a house of ill repute.

 

Geesch!

 

Enough already!

 

I say whatever the Buddha Belly wants, the Buddha Belly gets!

(And if the Buddha Belly wants an Italian sub sandwich with a side of cheese puffs, then I say Miss Buddha Belly gets a sub sandwich with some cheese puffs.)

 

And if the Buddha Belly pukes up said sub sandwich and said cheese puffs then so be it….

 

Life’s too short and too precious not to enjoy the small stuff.

 

Go out and have a good one today, People, and be kind to yourself.

 

Catch ya next time looking at life from my shoes.

 

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I'm a retired special ed teacher, born in upstate NY, who spent most of my adult life in the SF/Bay Area and moved to the Olympic Peninsula of WA in June of 2017. At the encouragement of family and friends, who followed my silliness on my FB page, I started this blog a few years ago. I try to keep my topics as humorous as possible (because I believe "LIFE" is pretty serious these days), but will, on occasion write about more solemn subjects. I sincerely appreciate all who take the time and effort to read and make comments and am truly humbled when people actually "like" what I write. I do not participate in the "Wordpress awards" because I feel "awarded" when individuals actually read me and comment, but sincerely appreciate all of you who have considered me "award worthy" and thank you from the bottom of my heart. Hugs, Lucie

14 thoughts on “Sickness, Catholic Guilt and Italian Sub Sandwiches”

    1. Am working on it, Mitch! Thx! I just hope the “cure” doesn’t kill me!!! (Hm…I think there’s a post in that someplace!) 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.

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    1. Good to go! I aim to please! Hopefully, your day ended up less “gloomier” than it started…..My Mom (in New York) has had a VERY long winter with cold, snow and now the winds, also….I feel for all of you. It’s time for Spring!!!!! 🙂 Thx for the comment. I have so many “voyeurs” on my site that I never know when I “please” and when I “bore”….. 🙂

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    1. Nope.pneumonia.just left hospital.another fun day living life in the fast lane! (medication MAY give me “the trots”..I sure as hell hope not, but thanks for “putting the thought out there, buddy”! 🙂

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  4. get better soon, sub and all. and i did the same thing at confession. eat and do what you please is my mantra, life is short. say two ‘extra meatballs please’ and you are absolved of all sin.

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    1. Sounds good to me!!! I probably should have eaten the meatballs and sausage! Maybe i coulda avoided pneumonia . (Ssitting in our local er waiting for more tests . would sure like one of my “sub sandwiches” right now!!!!)

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  5. I agree, don’t sweat the small stuff. You made me laugh when you said you made up sins for the confessional– I did that too! How evil can a small Catholic child be, after all?

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