When Tobias came home on Friday feeling 'real tired', I stepped up and nursed that sick man and his man flu the whole dang weekend, confident in the knowledge that I would not contract his affliction.
It seemed fairly terrible as he vascillated between no appetite (the man usually eats half a cow without blinking), dizzyness that made him break into cold sweats, and mind crushing headaches...to say nothing of the distress happening down under.
Never mind that, I felt strong and immune ready to field any bugs he might throw at me.
He left on Sunday for business and I felt fine. Monday I staggered a bit and decided to lay low, just to err on the side of avoiding the worst of it. Tuesday was pristine and seemed to be proof that I had mastered time, space and the man flu without feeling like warmed death.
And then Wednesday struck. I awoke feeling like a burbling brook. In my guts. Strange. But oh Nelly.
As the day progressed, the hours grew longer and more agonizing as my lust for food disappeared and even water started looking suspicious. Still, I knew I had to eat and drink to replace lost fluids so I alternated between moaning on the couch, shuffling to the loo, trying to watch films, and refilling my water glass.
After a very, very long night which included me sitting in the hot shower for at least half an hour...around 3 am trying to cure my headache, I decided to try some more water, and a grapefruit. I have since discovered why appetite is one of the first things to go.
Anytime I eat something, it makes my guts start howling again. We're talking three part harmony. It's unstoppable. So, here I am, in bed, at noon thirty on Thursday, writing this epistle and contemplating another stumble to the bathroom before I attempt to sleep still more. All the same, I might kill for some chicken soup right now, but the store is far away, I'm on foot, and it's likely my bum would explode if I attempted such a pilgrimage. This is a good and worthy challenge around being present and not judging myself or the situation. Let's hear it for soul growth opportunities.
In the meantime, I can recommend some fantastic summer films if anyone is similarly inclined.
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