Still down with the flu.
It's not that I feel so bad; I've had worse. Just that I'm weak and nauseated, with no appetite.
This too shall pass, and the sooner the better. What a bunch of wasted days. I could've been working like a dog and earning money! I could've been doing things with my boy, who is home all week again and is getting pretty worried about me. I keep assuring him I'll be fine tomorrow, and then I'm not. I could've visited with my school buddy Bev this afternoon, since she's home visiting family in the area. Rick and Faye were going to come over tonight. Alas, none of it was to be.
Anyhoo, must get this fruit and spinach and buttermilk smoothie (couldn't even stand at the counter to cut fruit, had to make my way, panting, to the kitchen table and sit to do it) down my neck, and keep it there, and go back to bed.
Boy am I glad I don't get sick very often. And it's a good reminder that when someone else in the household is sick, take care of them! Feed them, water them, and cuddle them up. They don't have the energy or ambition to do any of it themselves. It's hard to realize that when you're on the outside looking in, and feeling good yourself.
