“Sounds like a case of the flu. Lot of stuff going around these days.”
“Cute little Red Headed Nurse, says get well.”
Flu it may have been, but it took me for quite a ride. I just spent 19+ hours sleeping hard. Nan tells me I was sweating like crazy. After I signed off last time, I started coughing, hard enough to leave my ribs sore enough to make breathing less then fun! Between bouts of coughing and the occasional special moments with the white throne, I was thinking that being dead had to hurt less! I finally went to sleep, and from that moment on until I just woke up, I was out like a light. I’m tired, feeling like I was dragged through the knothole, but I can breathe, no coughing and likely on the mend. Nothing like a bout of flu to remind one of their mortality, or that they better get that book back to the library or owe another damn fine!
I should be up and about now, so expect me to hang around and be a plague on your houses!
;^)