Where have I been?
I'll tell you where I've been.....
(I don't suppose there is any way we could get OUT of being told where you've been?)
'Fraid not.
(Sigh...... carry on.)
in the tenacious clutches of what I shall refer to in the remainder of this post as...
The Summer Flu.
An oxymoron if ever I heard one.
Summer is not the proper season for ... Summer Flu, no matter what it tries to tell you.
We cannot for a certainty, since we were not tested, say it was the Swine/and or H1N1 variety of flu, but we are leaning heavily in that direction for dramatic effect.
(That's about all you have going for you. You DO realize this....)
Assuredly.
I think today I am almost beginning to feel 'normal'. It was a full week. Hub Man decided to join me at about day three and is still feeling punk.
Symptoms:
Ringing in the ears.
Fever.
Sinus headache.
Dizziness.
Bronchial congestion.
Trying to cough up a lung.
Shortness of breath.
Thirst.
Not resting enough causes relapse.
You WILL pay for doing too much.
And oddly enough, appetite.
We were hungry all the time.
Yogurt went down the smoothest for me.
Followed closely by ice cream.
It was an interesting flu. I was only prostrate for the first fever hours. Then I was up and dressed and pooped. I spent most of my week playing an insidious game called 'Farm Town' on the equally insidious web site called 'Facebook'. I actually joined it again so I could play this game with a friend. It's a blast. I don't do anything else with the facebook page, it's just the price of entry into the Farm Town cartel.
Oy what fun!
I'm one kick-fanny farmer I am.
I have a strategy.
Don't buy too many frills. Stick to the basics. Crank out some crops. Make a pile of coin.
Go Farm Town!
( I think she is still feverish and needs to be hospitalized. For an extended period. I could use the rest. I'm not feeling so good myself....)
I'll tell you where I've been.....
(I don't suppose there is any way we could get OUT of being told where you've been?)
'Fraid not.
(Sigh...... carry on.)
in the tenacious clutches of what I shall refer to in the remainder of this post as...
The Summer Flu.
An oxymoron if ever I heard one.
Summer is not the proper season for ... Summer Flu, no matter what it tries to tell you.
We cannot for a certainty, since we were not tested, say it was the Swine/and or H1N1 variety of flu, but we are leaning heavily in that direction for dramatic effect.
(That's about all you have going for you. You DO realize this....)
Assuredly.
I think today I am almost beginning to feel 'normal'. It was a full week. Hub Man decided to join me at about day three and is still feeling punk.
Symptoms:
Ringing in the ears.
Fever.
Sinus headache.
Dizziness.
Bronchial congestion.
Trying to cough up a lung.
Shortness of breath.
Thirst.
Not resting enough causes relapse.
You WILL pay for doing too much.
And oddly enough, appetite.
We were hungry all the time.
Yogurt went down the smoothest for me.
Followed closely by ice cream.
It was an interesting flu. I was only prostrate for the first fever hours. Then I was up and dressed and pooped. I spent most of my week playing an insidious game called 'Farm Town' on the equally insidious web site called 'Facebook'. I actually joined it again so I could play this game with a friend. It's a blast. I don't do anything else with the facebook page, it's just the price of entry into the Farm Town cartel.
Oy what fun!
I'm one kick-fanny farmer I am.
I have a strategy.
Don't buy too many frills. Stick to the basics. Crank out some crops. Make a pile of coin.
Go Farm Town!
( I think she is still feverish and needs to be hospitalized. For an extended period. I could use the rest. I'm not feeling so good myself....)