For more than a week I have been sick. It doesn't matter the precautions you take, viruses are crafty mutating living seekers of warm, moist places to call home. Last weekend was 4 days of slowly migrating from bed to claw foot tub to soak for an hour and back to bed again. Rick actually said, on more than one occasion, "You're going BACK to bed AGAIN?" Yep, rest and push fluids, rest and push fluids, inside and out. Thankfully I had my furry Nigthingale caretakers on vigil snuggled next to me, periodically creeping up to gently tickle my mouth whilst they checked for breath and any sign of life. I would hear a big sigh and then the "kerplunk" of an exasperated dog, back onto the bed, not happy about her self imposed "watch" over me.
I was back to work on Tuesday, still feeling pretty cruddy, but somewhat able. And, as you may have suspected....I started to feel like I was going backwards yesterday, so again, this weekend I will dedicate myself to my bed, my bath, and the constant vigilance of overly concerned caretakers in hopes that I can kick this virus' ass before it kicks mine again.
