As much as I am capable of thinking today, I am reflecting on how fast an unpleasant bug can wreak total havoc with a person’s system.
Friday night I was feeling fine. Alpha Geek was looking a little peaked and run-down.
Saturday morning we were both sick as the proverbial dog. Sore throats, stuffy heads, overall feeling that we’d been kicked around the block a few times by a grouchy ogre wearing steel-toed boots.
I spent most of the weekend on the couch in a Nyquil-induced haze. I think the kids came and went, and the phone might have rung once or twice. I also remember a television ad where a woman was using sandpaper to remove her underarm hair, but I think that might have been a delirium dream.
Today I’m more or less conscious. I wish I could get rid of this bug as fast as I came down with it.
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