So, last week I said I was pretty sure I caught D's bug. Well, we can upgrade "pretty sure" to "yeah, I caught it." In fact, we've all caught it.
I've pretty much spent the entire week in bed, being sick.
Funny thing, I feel terrible physically and great emotionally. I've actually been smiling.
See, the thing about having a cold/flu/Venusian space-virus while being chronically ill is that I know the cold/flu/Venusian space-virus. I know the course it's going to take. I know what I need to do to deal with it and, above all, I know it will end. There is great comfort in that. It's even kind of relaxing.
Fever broke sometime mid-week and I've been on a slow, steady upswing since.
So, yeah, laying in bed, drinking lots of water, basically taking care of myself.
Not gonna push it.
Onward.
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