So I've had the flu for a week.
No, I didn't get a flu shot.
I don't come in contact with enough people.
Well, usually I don't, that is.
This year, we've had a whole village walking through our front door, with a host of germs, too, apparently.
I'm not going to be graphic, but let me just say I was never that sick when I was pregnant.
I'm not kidding. Pregnancy was a breeze.
Compared to this.
It's been a long week.
Grampie keeps looking at me like, "Why don't you get up off the couch and do something already."
He hasn't the faintest idea what I've been feeling. He doesn't notice anything outside himself. He does notice that every time he opens his eyes I'm just lying there with my head on a pillow, trying not to puke.
Whoops, and I said I wasn't going to be graphic.
He DID get a flu shot.
All three of the men I live with did.
So this is just me.
I'm hoping that I'm at the tail end of this virus.
But who knows.
I'll be back when the weather changes,
my personal weather, that is.