No knitting at all to show you.
Can't do much 'cause I have the flu.
I can't read, I can't knit.
Lay in bed - that is it.
Can't wait to feel shiny and new.
I don't recall ever having the flu before. It's horrible. Fever, aches, chills, shivering, headache, congestion, sore throat, painful chest, no appetite, extreme exhaustion. Hit me like a truck. As I write this on Monday night, this is the first time since Friday early afternoon that I've spent any good stretch of time sitting upright.
I'm definitely on the mend and the worst is over. So tired of this. It's my VACATION! I should be having fun. I should be knitting. I should be cleaning.
I wanna wear my sandals. I wanna go out to lunch. I wanna be normal again!
(Do you remember that movie quote? Which movie? Who said it?)
My boy has been taking good care of me - bringing me drinks and medicine, cooking rice and pasta for me, reminding me to try to sleep, attempting to catch me when I fall down the stairs.
I did that. Luckily I was more than halfway down the stairs before I found myself no-longer in control of my body. No major injuries, but the glass I was carrying broke. I guess it was dumb to attempt a trip down a staircase on a day when my temperature had been 102.6.
I got up for a little while last night and walked around after taking a very safe trip down the stairs. (I was tempted to sit down on the stairs and go down step by step on my butt like a toddler. I watched Jon & Kate Plus 8 and that's what their sextuplets do. They're smarter than I am.)
When my boy asked me why I was up, I told him that I just felt like I needed to move around a little. My back hurt from being in bed for so long. My whole body was sore and achy.
His reply? "Ya, and your bedsores."
"Your bedsores. You said you were sore from being in bed. Bedsores."
Just when I think my boy is too old to say anymore cute things, he proves me wrong. Chuckle chuckle. Luckily, I can roll myself over frequently to avoid bedsores.
I'm going to go roll over now.
Don't get the flu! Don't. Do whatever you can to avoid it. Slather yourself with Purell. Wrap yourself in Saran Wrap. Lock yourself in a very clean closet. Just don't get the flu.