Apologies if I haven't been by your blog yet. I am still very much under the weather. I'm pretty sure I'm a victim of the nasty influenza virus. I feel a bit stronger today, but routine activities yesterday (like taking a shower) wore me out so completely that I had to take a nap.
But even though the body is sick, the mind is searching for ways to cope with being on the couch 24-7. I've watched Where Eagles Dare, Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Indiana Jonesa and the Last Crusade, Notting Hill, Grumpier Old Men, the Star Trek movie with the whales (forget the name), and on tap for today is Out to Sea and whatever else I can stomach (I love Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon). Last night I couldn't take it anymore and had hubby give me my laptop. No matter that it was agony to even move my hands and fingers over the keyboard, my mind screamed for something to do besides watch movies and read Nora Roberts (I'm on the last of the Jewels Trilogy and enjoying it, but still...). I changed a few words here and there before hubby literally told me that I'd worked long enough and took it away from me. I let him (after I saved it, of course) and surrendered to his better judgment.
Today the flu bug has moved into my lungs and head. My chest has been hurting ever since this started which makes me worry that I might have pneumonia, but I only cough occasionally, so perhaps I am ok. Right now I'm full of snot (sorry for the visual) and have probably used an entire box of Kleenex in the past 48 hours. Work doesn't look good tomorrow, but a trip to the doctor does. With a $10 co-pay, I can afford to make sure that it's NOT pneumonia or something equally as dire. Energy level still low, strength improving, and the constant urge to sleep improving somewhat. Hubby just took the kids to the store and will be making me his homemade chicken noodle soup which, ironically, was what he made me the first week we met when I came down with a nasty cold.
Another of life's little ironies - I am still keeping track of what I eat. I broke down and wanted pizza the other night and didn't care about the calories. My appetite has not suffered during this entire thing with the exception of the first day. I'm now on day four and haven't been out of the house. I told hubby I want to take a drive this Sunday afternoon if for nothing more than to get out of the house. The length of this post (and the wandering thoughts) should be some indication of just how starved I am for something to do. I continue to try and think of ideas for future books - I have tons of ideas, but they are like great lumps of clay that need to be shaped. So instead of worrying about my aching head or my sniveling, watery eyes and nose, I toss around ideas, reject them, then calmly grab another Kleenex. And to add insult to injury, I cannot indulge in orange juice because it's full of sugar and thus, not a good idea for my diabetes. But I instructed hubby to get me some light cranberry juice at the store and some apples. Hopefully I can get some nutrients out of that instead of orange juice.
Even when sick, I still think about writing. I don't know whether to smile or shake my head in complete befuddlement over that statement.
Must return to the couch...
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