Last night as I was walking to Farragut to meet Rudi for Restaurant Week (another post, I promise), I started to feel a little off.<\/p>\n
No matter, thought I. It’s just that I’m outside walking and it’s finally cold again and my nose is running. We had a nice dinner and walked home.<\/p>\n
As the rest of the evening progressed, I again started to feel unwell and began to fear that the sickness that had felled Rudi, my folks, and Gramma had finally caught up to me.<\/p>\n
No matter, thought I. It’s Monday and I’m tired. I’ll go to bed early. And I did.<\/p>\n
When Rudi woke me up this morning, I was in agony. I was woozy and it felt like Rudi had spent all night punching my left side. (He assured me that he did not, and although I’m a heavy sleeper, I’m almost positive that I would wake up to that.)<\/p>\n
I ate breakfast. That hurt. I coughed. That hurt. I sneezed. That hurt.<\/p>\n
Fine, thought I. I’ll take a hot shower and I’ll feel better.<\/p>\n
You can guess where this is going, right?<\/p>\n
I did not feel better. I got back into bed and called in sick. Less than five minutes later (after finding a position that was somewhat comfortable to lie in), I was back asleep.<\/p>\n
When I next opened my eyes, it was 1:30. I rolled over, found another position, and closed my eyes again. It was after 3 when I next looked up.<\/p>\n
Fine, thought I. I’m done being sick now. I’ll go read some email and knit and read the rest of my play. I got up, went out to the living room, brewed some tea. Sitting in my rocking chair hurt, so I moved to the couch. My tea sat half drunk as I slept again.<\/p>\n
Rudi called and offered to pick up some of my favorite sick soup on his way home. I went back to sleep. He arrived home and started cooking for me. I went back to sleep.<\/p>\n
He gave me ibuprofen and soup and reheated my tea.<\/p>\n
Oh, is that what this is?<\/p>\n
I’ve been awake for a whole six hours now and will shortly be taking more ibuprofen and going to bed.<\/p>\n
No matter, say I. I’ll be fine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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