I'm Back . . . Sort of

Well, that was fun.

Being sick on vacation always seems like you've been shortchanged but sick on Christmas vacation takes the feeling to a new level.

You're supposed to be visiting with friends and family, laughing, drinking, eating rich food, yet you can barely raise your body out of bed and are spending most of your day staring down at the business end of a commode.

I won't get all gross here but I could. Oh baby, I could.

Any interaction you do have with real people is taught and fraught with crankiness welling up at unpredictable moments. This I know because Paul told me. Nicely, but I was told. ;-)

I broke one of our family rules - I didn't shave. This was big. We males were taught to shave. Daily. Twice a day if we needed to. It could be the end of the world, buildings toppling to the ground, but the males in our clan would face it with a smooth jawline.

The good news is that I am feeling almost human today.

Almost.

I spent the entire day yesterday moving from the couch to bed. I read. I played games on my iPad. I watched Harry Potter movies. In short I lived the live of a 12 year old . . . and it was OK - being an adult is a lot of work.

Yesterday was the first day there was no puking involved.

A positive sign.

Today our plan is to head into the city with mom and Rose. They will get the grand tour of the office. After a suitable level of ohhsss and ahhhhhs we will head to the theatre district for dinner at an Italian restaurant and to take in 'Come From Away' at the newly renovated Royal Alexandra Theatre.

I am sure this exertion will have may laying in bed for the next two days but that is OK.

 

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I'm sorry to hear that you were the unlucky recipient of the flu…that is something no one wants especially during the holidays. I hope you feel much better soon. I've tried commenting many times but the sign in never works for me. It says that I'm signed in a "D" don't know why. Anyway, all the best in the New Year to you and Paul. Karen (Back Road Journal)