Yesterday

I spent more hours in my bed than I have in a long time.  Bed by 7:30, up at 8:30.  Back in bed at 10:30, up at 12:30.  Napping on and off the rest of the day, then in bed to sleep before 8 pm.

This flu is a bad one.  I've never had one this bad.  Ever.  Chills and fever.  Aches that rival any post-marathon pain.  Body-racking coughs and window-rattling sneezes. Headache that no amount of medication could temper. And an exhaustion that makes coherent speaking a challenge.

Brad juiced me a huge glass of orange juice (it tasted like the nectar of the gods--nothing is better when you're sick than freshly squeezed OJ), and I sipped it all day.

Evie spent the day at my sister-in-law's house (thanks, Amy!), having adventures without me, and when she came home, she turned into my nurse. (nice iPhone pictures in the virtual darkness)

 

She brought me toys to play with and tucked the blanket around me.

She snuggled me and repeatedly asked me if I felt better and if my fever was gone yet.

Although the nursing was nice, two things helped me mend faster than anything else.  

Four-year-old forehead kisses

and Tamiflu

They had to look at three pharmacies before my prescription could be filled--must be flu season.  I can't believe how much better I feel today.  I woke up so happy--minor aches, no headache, no fever.  I'm back up to 65%, I'd say.  From about 2% yesterday.  And that feels fantastic!

Unfortunately . . . 

. . . flu is contagious.  

This may be a long week.