Flu, Fly Away

It turns out that I had some form of the flu -- a minor form, to be sure (thank God for flu shots) but I was achy and fevery and yucky and then sore throat-y and unhappy. I am now just minorly sniffly, and so am recovering. Again. Thank goodness.

Since the past few days have really been spent hanging out here at home, watching old movies and using obscene amounts of Kleenex and decongestant, I have no funny stories to share. I do, however, have some small observations and experiences:

• Having the flu sucks. Having the flu when you have strange and deadly lung issues really sucks. It's like trying to breathe through a drinking straw while a 400-lb gorilla sits on your chest. (Note: If you don't like gorillas, please feel free to pick another primate of comparable size -- your choice.)


• As they say, "The worm has turned" -- or in my case, "the pin has shifted." Slowly, bit by bit, the external Col-kebab has rotated and flattened against the foot. The little bugger is trying to make a run for it ... not that I blame it. I'll call the doc in the AM, probably, just to make sure I'm not totally hosed. I forsee more exciting radiological pictures in mynear-future, don't you?

• Das Boot (DB) and I have made some peace with one another, now that I'm accustomed to its size and weight; I suppose it could say the same about me if, you know, boots could talk. But they can't. I don't think. Can they??


• At last, J and Col have moved into the 20th century: as of a few days ago, we have actual digial cable television. Who knew?! James says it's for me so I'm not bored -- so altruistic and thoughtful he is, really. However, I've noticed that the History and Discovery channels have been getting quite a workout from one super-tall engineer that lives in my house ... wonder who that could be?


• I've been sleeping in the big girl bed with my husband again. It is odd. The bed is very, very high so I have to do a very graceful "lift and roll" onto the bed, clinging to it and pulling myself inch by painstaking inch onto the mattress top until I lie there at last, more on than off, gasping like a landed trout. I heart it. As I'm sharing again, I also have to compete for space and blankies, but the mattress is infintely soft and J is like a little heater at night. Eh, potato, potahto ...


• Come February, we're planning to get rid of the hospital bed altogether. I'll be making calls for that this week, I think. Wait, what's that I see in the distance? Why, could it be? Yes! It might just be a (please, God) return to semi-normalacy (pretty please?)!

That is all.