Thursday. Better. We've turned the corner. It was up in the air whether or not I'd go to breakfast rather than just crashing this morning, but to breakfast I went. The better decision. Yes, I was feeling crappy, but not totally crappy and I'm thinking this will be the last day of this thing. Mr. G and I are talking about having lunch tomorrow, having missed out on the photo shoot today and, although there's a chance I won't be up for it, it's much less a chance now than there was last night. Hup!
So, flu shot or not, I've gotten whatever this is. Comparing it with earlier experiences, this is toward the milder end in that it's a two or three day event, so I'm thankful for that. Hup!
The day is sunny, by the way, and I'll see how I feel getting out for a walk. I need to pick up something to eat at the local convenience store (that two pounds over my target weight is now three pounds under, closer to four), no way around it. Excitement abounds in flu ravaged north Lake Merritt.
Later. A really nice day, a walk down to the 7-11 look-alike rather than heading off in the opposite direction to hit the ATM picking up a pint of ice cream, a sandwich and a half liter of diet Coke. For some reason that seemed to make sense. The sandwich is gone- not pleasant, not unpleasant, maybe should have gotten the tuna fish - and we'll undoubtedly get into the ice cream pretty soon, maybe by the end of this sentence.
This has been the start of a slow day, but feeling much better as mentioned. Although the nose hasn't been all that stuffed up, this thing has evidently affected the sinus-upper palate problem and, lying down with my head on a pillow for example, caused what I usually describe as a dull ache, something you can forget about with a little effort, has ratcheted it up. Really hurts. Interesting you can sleep with that. Still, waking up from a sleep was, well, interesting, something a little different. I wonder more about it than any symptoms of the flu.
So, the afternoon ahead. Be a good idea to at least tune the guitar and play a few chords. I have this conceit if you're not going to practice, at least the coordination you've been building won't fall back if you at least pick up the guitar and spend say ten minutes doing your scales and one or two chord sequences. But we'll do better than that this afternoon. I'm certain.
Later still. I guess the best way to put it is “tired”, but nicely tired. Lie down every hour or so for a nap tired. A nice nap. I went to bed last night at seven, got up without the alarm before six, so a good ten hours plus. And now a couple more hours added in naps with plenty of room left in the afternoon for more. Again, a nice warm wet rag tired, not a funky-fried-fuzzy tired. I can deal with it. For another day. Please. No more.