Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

Ruminations, opinionated observations, darkly humorous blathering and the occasional rant from an outspoken spanko and unapologetic attention wh–, um, hog.

OT — An Early Valentine

It hasn’t been a good week, kids.

I started feeling lousy on Monday afternoon. Nothing definitive, just some nausea and chills. By Tuesday, it was definitely norovirus — a fancy word for the stomach bug. Not the flu, nothing to do with Covid, just that special type of virus that affects the gastrointestinal system and makes you wish that you could die.

Mine wasn’t actually that bad, thank goodness. Mostly a persistent nausea and vertigo (I dragged myself to the market to pick up Pepto Bismol and juice and damn near passed out in the middle of Aisle 5), and pervasive exhaustion (I was taking naps every few hours). Absolutely zero appetite, and everything I tried to eat made me feel worse.

Also, this thing is highly contagious. And reportedly is still contagious for a while even after you start feeling better. So it was looking like I had to stay away from John’s house this weekend, which sucked all to hell and made me sad.

But finally, today, some light. I seemed to have reached the stage this morning where, while I still had no appetite, my body was accepting food more graciously. So I very slowly ate a bowl of cereal and crossed my fingers.

Then it was brought to my attention by a friend that the scrapings at the bottom of the cracker barrel (AKA classless conservatives) were at it again, and had taken shots at me. Sad, really, their obsession with me. I went to investigate. Wow. I must admit that the anti-Semitic tone of this latest batch of barbs was a new and disgusting low. But I suppose nothing should surprise me. There is no bottom to their cesspool of ugliness.

But you know, anti-Semitism is especially revolting, and my poor beleaguered stomach couldn’t help but churn.

Until the doorbell rang unexpectedly, minutes later. It was a floral delivery.

From John, of course. Early Valentine’s Day flowers. Because he knew I needed some cheer. But of course, he had no way of knowing just how perfect his timing was.

My stomach settled. And then I smiled. Because everything was all right. Better than all right. I was well loved. And none of this petty shit mattered a damn. Love conquers hate.

I may have felt like I was at death’s door all this week, but that is temporary. It will pass and I’ll feel better. Overall, I am healthy and vital, I have good things and good people in my life, and there are many more fun and happy times ahead for me. And while the haters continue to offer me free room and board inside their heads, I have no need to live in such a small and ugly place. Too bad, so sad. Sucks to be them. As much as I love being left-leaning (and left-handed), I’m grateful not to be on the left side of the bell curve.

Have a great weekend, y’all. ♥ Stay safe, hug your loved ones, and for the love of imaginary deities, avoid norovirus.

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16 thoughts on “OT — An Early Valentine

  1. Sorry to hear you have been sick. Not sure there is a way to avoid Norovirus. Even staying in your house doesn’t seem to work. Stay hydrated and rest as you can. Hope you are better soon.


  2. Erica,

    “…scraping the bottom of the cracker barrel” What a brilliant triple entendre! I love it, if not the instigator. Why does this person continue to read your blog if he so strongly disagrees with your views? My only theory is that he comes looking for inspiration and apparently finds it.

    I’m sorry to hear you were sick. I’ll put this virus on my list to avoid at all cost. Yuck!

    Hooray for John, again! He’s a good one. 🙂

    Big hugs,


  3. Sorry you caught this nasty thing, but yes Hoorah for John with perfect timing, and glad you are over this thing.


  4. Bonnie — I had a feeling you’d pick up on that one. Yes, why indeed. Apparently they’ve read my book, too. Funny, I don’t read books from people I consider “idiotic bitches.” I’ll bet there’s a secret room or file folder filled with my pictures… shudder.

    Bob — I’m getting there. I’m actually hungry today. Thanks.

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  5. Jenny Bell on said:

    Hi! Erica, it was nice to see you blogged so soon after the last time until I read it, poor thing! get completely well ok? I read your books and loved them, you have a friend here, that horrible person can go jump!!! Bye for now, Jenny


  6. soreismore on said:

    Erica, get well soon, drink more. There is more of us than of him. Period.


  7. Sore — sadly, there are many, many hims out there. And hers too. But support helps a lot, so thank you. Time for some more water.


  8. Anti-semitism sucks big time. It seems like the bandwagon all the cracker crumb morons latch onto. You have to let it go because otherwise it will make you crazy. Obviously your book and your blog hit a sore spot with them.

    Norovirus is rampant in hospitals but didn’t know it was liable to pop up elsewhere. Glad you are feeling better.

    John is a prince!



    • Hermione — Yup, it does. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. I mean, I know history. And I know how ignorant many people are. But of course, every now and then, it takes me aback, how utterly vile they can be.

      It seems there has been a large spike in norovirus in the U.S. in 2023. Lucky us!


  9. hugob00m on said:

    First of all, I’m sorry you were feeling so crappy last week, and glad your illness was short-lived.

    Those are some nice roses John gave you. Hooray for him!

    Towards the end of your post, you mentioned that you’re left-handed. I didn’t know that before, but I’m not really surprised. I thought there was something I liked about you! LOL!


  10. At first, I couldn’t decide which is worse, norovirus or “classless conservatives.” But then I realized that Norovirus, while making your body feel crappy all over, eventually goes its own way whereas those creepy, anti-Semitic and self-appointed guardians of morality and “correct” political thinking never do. But you defy and destroy them every time with your wit and sass. I hope you’re feeling 100 percent today, and I’m glad that John’s bouquet brought a smile to your pretty face.


  11. Hugo — yup. My mother and my grandmother before me, and a couple of cousins. And my stepmother.

    Bob — I am feeling much better, thanks. Regarding what’s worse, norovirus or classless conservatives, I dunno. One spews a whole lot of noxious emissions. The other is a stomach bug.


  12. KDPierre on said:

    Why do I feel like I missed something? What comment, where? Did you delete it?


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