I'm sick again. I hadn't realized a person could get flu-ish more than once every few years; I thought there was some logbook somewhere that prevented that. Instead, it's twice in as many months, and I wish I could say May was flu-free, but Sunday night was when the fever announced itself and I went to bed shivering, despite the piles of down comforter nesting me in.
What has been particularly frustrating me is the way in which I can feel simultaneously ravenously hungry and fully repulsed by food. My stomach has been making symphonies all day, the churn of foam and rush.
I have so many little things I want to blog about, but my energy level is that of the cats in a rough slump--I will return to my patch of sofa cushions with my book (currently: Dog Years by Mark Doty, which is beautifully written) and wait patiently, as this too, will pass.
3 comments:
Oh no Molly! Feel better very very soon!!!
Flu shot next year?
Hope you get to be feeling better for camping! Being sick is no time to be away from home.
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