Well, I seem to be on the road to recovery, after having been essentially laid out since late Sunday night. Bleah. The most damnably annoying thing about being home, sick, is that you don’t usually feel well enough to do all those things you would love to do if you were actually playing hookie.
Evil virii camped out in my throat and Eustachian tubes, and then kept playing with the thermostat. When I started getting over that yesterday, suddenly my stomach started acting up.
Bleah.
But feeling better.
Now I’m only three weeks (further) behind in everything.
Special commendation to Margie, who’s had the misfortune of being just slightly less ill than I’ve been, and so has taken on the bulk of the Spouse/Kid care for the past few days. Hopefully, with my feeling a bit better (not well, mind you, but better), I’ll be able to take over some (or all) of that load.
I’ve been pretty much immune since I discovered those zinc lozenges. Maybe I’m unusually receptive to zinc boosting of the immune system. Or maybe I just got good placebo mojo goin’ on.