Really, what would I talk about? I've spent the last 36 hours in bed, sweating under blankets and drinking lots of warm tea and fruit juice. It's only this morning that I managed to crawl out of bed, look around, and realize that the rest of the world is still ticking along.
Normally when I write this thing, I dig into some personal experience or news headline and I respond appropriately, but today? No, the only stimulation I've had was watching a spider crawl across my ceiling and hope against hope that it wouldn't fall in my mouth as I slept.
It does make me wonder though about what other people do when they get the flu. I've toughed it out and managed to work a day or two before, snotty and achy, but working...but damn, this thing laid me right out. What does the president do when he gets the flu? Or a big star athlete sports guy? Or pop superstar Ke$ha? I could not imagine getting up on stage in front of thousands of screaming fans and singing "Tic-Toc" while this much snot ran out of my head.
Oddly, just as Posted on Monday about the demands of writing, including the physical, it was Saturday that my weakened immune system started to buckle. I spent Friday night "in" working on a story that had been brewing for a long time, and sure enough I went to bed feeling uneasy, and awoke Saturday sore and snotty. I'd planned out Monday's entry ahead of time, so that was very easy to write, but honestly, I"ve been out of commission for the whole first half of this week.
So, now I get to spend a couple days catching up on work stuff and trying to recover. I am feeling better, thank you very much, but I'm still a ways off from good. Expect more titillating content on Friday!
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