I thought I was going to get through the winter without being bitten by the flu bug. I received a flu shot last fall and thought I was protected. I was wrong. I'd been very lucky until last week. I don't know from whence these flu germs came and it doesn't really matter. Germs are everywhere. I always take precautions though - I practice good handwashing technique, I use antiseptic wipes on my grocery cart and hands, and when my spouse is ill, I use separate towels and a separate bathroom. So how did I get this dastardly flu? I don't know the answer to that. I only know I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Ok, I know that almost everybody gets sick now and then, but as my family has so often reminded me, I am not a good patient when I'm ill. Some might even say I become downright mean. I'm much more comfortable being a care giver than being the one needing care. As I told my spouse yesterday, "Sometimes I long to be able to stay in bed all day, but when I'm sick and have the opportunity to do so, I realize that's not what I want at all".
My spouse was surely kept busy helping me last weekend. He met all the pets' needs (which is no easy task) and made sure I had plenty of liquids and soup. He encouraged me to get rest and made numerous trips to the grocery store for medicine and other needfuls. I'm not sure he realizes how much I appreciate his help. Thank you dear spouse.
Today I'm starting to come out of the fog just a bit. The slightest activity still makes me tired so I'm taking naps as needed. That's not such a bad thing I guess - naps without guilt - what a novel idea!