So I had the flu, or something like it. It's ironic, because they're offering the flu shot at my office this week. Alas, it's a little too late for me. So, here is my tale of woe. I dropped Jane off at the airport on Friday night. She was taking a weekend trip to San Francisco to visit a few of her girlfriends. As usual, my wonderful wife prepared food for me; first there were the chickpea cutlets from Veganomicon, then there was a monster batch of Jane's hummus, and a pot of home-made miso mushroom soup. We also had loads of fresh veggies and salad fixins in the house, so I was good to go. That is, until I got home from the airport. I'd been sneezing a bit during the day, but I have allergies, so I figured something was irritating me. By the time I got through the door Friday night, I already knew better.
And by Saturday morning, I could barely drag my butt out of bed, never mind getting myself into the kitchen to "prepare" food. I don't really remember much about those next few days, except for alternating between the bed and the couch. And eating apples and pretzels. As a side note, the apples were amazing. We found a new variety, Sonya, which is a cross between Red Delicious and Gala apples. If your grocery store carries them, you should give one a try. They are probably our new favorite.
I followed Jane's orders and drank a ton of water, both hot and room temperature. Unfortunately, the soup didn't quite agree with my stomach. I also steamed myself in the shower a number of times to open up my lungs. It helped. But I was sick! I knew I had an intermittent fever on Sunday, but I didn't really think much of it. When I finally dug out the thermometer I had a fever of 102.5 I considered going to the doctor on Monday, but I couldn't really focus and didn't think getting in the car would be a good idea. I took an aspirin and went to sleep. My fever broke just before Jane came home. Tuesday wasn't awful, but today is really the first day I actually feel good
Anyway, that's my excuse for not writing over the last few days. I hope it's better received than "the dog ate my homework."