when it rains...

Let's see, when last I posted, we were in the midst of a major ice storm and without power at home. Fortunately, (all praise to Blue Ridge Electric Coop) we were only without power for one night. So we just cranked up the gas fireplace and snoozed in comparative comfort in our downstairs guest room. Putting on makeup by candlelight the next morning was tons of joyous fun.

By a further stroke of luck, Drew was visiting my parents in Georgia at the time, and they had power overnight.

That's where all of the good news ends, though, because since Sunday I have come down with the most hideous, wretched, bone-cracking, fever-inducing, achy, coughing, sneezing flu bug that ever lived on the planet. Temperature ranging from 100 to 104, chills, aches and a headache so bad that I would gladly drill a hole in my skull just to relieve the pressure. I chewed Advil like they were M&Ms, drank Nyquil like it was bourbon and went through most of a bag of throat lozenges - all to no avail.

So, we shipped Drew back off to Grandma and Grandpa in Georgia (thank God for grandparents) in hopes that maybe he wouldn't catch it.

I'm back at work today, armed with TheraFlu (cherry-of-death-flavored), Triaminic sore throat spray and Halls throat drops. I'm dizzy and I can't see straight, but I'm here.

Come to think of it, last Christmas I had the flu as well. Maybe I should actually get off my butt and get a flu shot.

Charles, of course, has managed to avoid getting sick, as he usually does. He woke up this morning complaining of a "scratchy throat."

"Scratch this," I said, as I showed him the ear thermometer that read 102.4.

"Oh wow, you're really sick," he said. "Maybe you shouldn't go to work."

Bleh. I couldn't not go to work today. I missed yesterday, and my boss, as is typical of management anywhere, doesn't believe anybody is actually sick enough to miss two days in a row unless they're throwing up blood or in a coma.

Five days 'til Christmas. With enough Nyquil and TheraFlu, I think I can lick this by then.

Comments

[Jan]

Oh no, that sounds like a horrid virus! I hope you are better by Christmas and that no one else catches it!

[Amy]

Thanks Jan! I'm feeling much better today and I think I'll be 100 percent by Christmas, barring any unforeseen virus mutations.