My body felt as if a freight train had run over it. Then it backed up and did it again. I don't know which hurt worse, my body or my aching head.
I spent the day on the couch only leaving for frequent trips to the bathroom. I occasionally detoured to the kitchen for more Sprite.
Boring daytime television seeped into my consciousness between naps.
The mother in me nursed my flu-ridden body with bed rest and fluids while deep down I begged for a radical form of anything to heal myself faster.
Day one turned into day three when the fever finally broke and I was able to sit up without my head throbbing harder than the drums of a marching band.
Late into day three and I was able to shower myself and begin the difficult climb back to my normal self.
I wasn't going to participate this week but I'm actually feeling better this afternoon and thought what better way to participate than to share how I've spent the past few days. I did my best to not be too descriptive.