Don't say it, I know - I look like chit warmed over... it's this buggardly flu that the wife got. This one has been an absolute bugger from start to finish. I've bben breaking the fever with Tylenol but at night I get it in spades. Fever driven demons come bubbling out of my subconscious to torment me with ridiculously malevolent dreams. It's like I have my own private connection with hell. Then at night I try to cough up my lungs all night. I've been sleeping in my chair in the TV room to try and give the wife a break but I am sure she can hear me coughing and hacking.
I thought I was coming out of it when I got an eye infection - I won't gross ya out with the details of that. Then a couple days of that little misery. The coupe de grace came this morning. I was blissfully, finally sound asleep in my chair when my windpipe closed off and a coughing fit started. I guess I got to enthusiastic with my coughing … and shat the bed a bit. Way to go Filthie! 55 years old an ya STILL shit the bed!!! Good lord.
On the good side, I blew through the 20 pound weight loss goal I'd set for myself. Pretty easy to do when you stop eating I suppose... After last night's wild ride I got a craving for some green tea. And Lo and Behold... the wife actually has a small stash. I am drinking it out of those tiny traditional Japanese teacups - my daughter had bought me a set ages ago. I hope she's alright.
It's 6:00 in the morn, and while the water boiled for the tea I threw the mutts out for their business. Mort went barking off into the fog after phantoms and ghosts. The trees are still mostly green but a few are changing colour now. What a horrible time to be down with the plague. I am going to cut church today and sneak a load of laundry in while the wife is at the services. I will kill this bug yet!
Oops... sorry for the ramble. Thanks for dropping by - and have yourself a great Sunday.