Who flang that brick?
Is about how I felt today after finally recovering from a virus that hit hard and fast yesterday morning.
One minute I'm moving my cleaning gear from one bathroom to another, getting ready to scrub & wipe down everything. The next I'm sitting in the recliner feeling like Death warmed over. Phooey.
I even had to wake the wife up, which seriously shorted her on sleep, because I knew getting our two older kids home from school would have been sheer agony. That isn't too bad in itself but during the past few years I've discovered that being a silent suffering saint isn't in my future. When I feel like crap everyone gets to know it as I spread misery throughout the land. So getting the kids was out, they don't need to have "Daddy" snarling and snapping for no real reason.
I slept most of the time since then. Now I'm feeling better, not 100% up to speed but much better than yesterday.
Years ago I'd have bounced back from a bug like this by going into maximum overdrive to catch up on all the work I'd sloughed off. But now I'll have to coast on into my normal routine over a day or so, otherwise I'll be flat on my back again. Getting older sucks on toast. But it still beats the alternative.
Okay, time to end the pity party. Break's over, everybody back on your head!
Hope you feel better. "Sure beats the alternative" - you said it. I was at a funeral yesterday. And it certainly puts every breathing moment in that priceless category. God bless.
I feel for ya, partner. And I know what you mean: I'm a major whiner when I'm ill unless I'm so feverish that I'm delirious. Get well soon!
Tony, thanks. I didn't believe I was a complainer because by living alone there was no one to complain to. Marriage has changed that.
Rick, I'm feeling better. Thanks for the well wishes.
Along with what you said about attending a funeral, I received word today that one of my fellow participants in a recent CRHP group was hospitalized for unknown reasons. Hopefully he'll be better soon.
Men... (eye rolls)
;-) Glad (for your wife) you're feeling better.
Mary Ellen/Nunly, yep we're all diamonds in the rough!
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