Norovirus sucks. →[More:]
Man-oh-man was I sick. It started Sunday night with a 102 temp, terrible chills, and painful stomach cramps. You can guess what came next, around 3am (two exits, no waiting), and for the next three days, I pretty much lived in the loo. Then, just as I'm turning the corner, poor Jon takes over. Luckily, he seems to have had a milder case--no fever and shorter duration, but still plenty misery.

Well, Jon's much better, and I finally feel human again today, and it's such a beautiful day outside, a warm breeze from the bedroom window. It's good to be alive. The trees look so green (when did that happen?). I'm able to eat again, a little at a time (helluva way to jumpstart a diet), and maybe tomorrow I'll feel strong enough to finally take a shower (I actually thought about getting a visiting nurse to help me out, I felt so weak; we also really need a cleaning service). Still, things are looking up.

I missed a whole week of work, though, dammit. Right before my AP Literature students take their exam next Wednesday. And right after lecturing them about not missing class/the test. Just too tempting for that jokester god, Irony, I fear. Well, nu, what can you do? At least I didn't get the kids sick, or my co-workers.

Thank goodness for online doctors. Our insurance includes an online service that's very handy in such circumstances. We both needed notes for work, and I can't imagine trying to leave the house under those conditions. The doctor thought I might need I.V. fluids, but I managed to up my water intake enough. I'm still weak, but so much better, if a bit dazed. By Monday I should be good to go. I can just hear my students: We thought you were dead! 😵

So, what's new with you? (Talk to me. Illness is lonely. Bring me flowers--) 🌸