It seems like everyone is getting the flu this year. The outbreak so prevalent at work they took to calling it the “Library Crud.” Regardless, I just lost the past two weeks of my life to its enchanting spell and am still a week or so away from really being rid of this mess. The week or so of fever sweats, nausea and bad hallucinations over with, now I just have to deal with occasional temperature imbalance and coughing up enormous chunks of phlegm every five to ten minutes all day. I’m loath to stay in the office too long making such a racket, but alas the ship sails on.
Thanks to “the Crud” I missed out on my Dad’s 70th Birthday party, the March TriLUG meeting, a scheduled massage and a week of work. Damn. Each year around January 1, it seems as if we all get allotted 52 weeks for the year. This year I feel like I only got 51. Hopefully this is my last knock-down, drag-out illness for the year. And if you’re currently stuck with the Crud, I raise my liter of NyQuil in your general fuzzy direction.
I kept wanting to post things and update the blog, but honestly I was having difficulty reading things like the news and blogs. For the first few days it was no sleep, no food and constant sick. After that, it was more like suffering with body aches, endless fever and sweating and still pretty much no food. I hope I at least lost weight during the whole trauma. Then I had the recovery week of watching every DVD in the house and trying to make friends with food again. Let me tell you — I missed the hell out of some espresso now. It was agony to see the machine sitting unused in the kitchen every day. Those memories still too near to discuss.
Thanks to Page for bringing the Jello, Gatorade and Mean Girls by the house. (Best movie EVAR!) Without that Jello I might have truly lost it. Of course, Amy Poehler was awesome as the lonely housewife trying desperately to stay hip and in touch with her daughter’s generation. I almost spit strawberry Jello across the living room when she decided to dance “in the aisle” along with her daughter’s talent show routine. Classic.
Nothing else happened. For real. Which is what makes this post so damn generic. Everyone keeps asking me why I look so happy and my response is “Because I can eat food and leave the house again.” They seem to know what I’m talking about. Ahhhh… Winter. Where would we be without you? Happier and healthier, I suppose.