just the flu, folks

So this week I was supposed to start work at the new office, except that I got struck down-- almost literally-- with the flu. I don't think even my beloved husband realized how bad it was, because I have a tendency to downplay these things until the worst is over. But a couple of days ago, man, even the soles of my feet hurt. I felt like someone had replaced all the blood in my veins with badly-ground glass. I would stand under the shower and cry as quietly as possible, because I knew that if Dean heard me, he'd make me go see a doctor; and I didn't want to because I couldn't stand the thought of having to wear anything heavier than my silk nighties against my skin. I even took off my usual earrings, necklace, and bracelet because their weight was driving me batshit.

 
I finally made myself go to a clinic when Sage started sneezing, since I was worried that she'd caught the bug from me. Turns out she just has a cold, while I have-- get this-- severe acute influenza. Not just any influenza, no, it's severe and acute at the same time. I didn't even know that was possible. So here I sit, suffering and sulking and wishing I could summon up the mental wholeness to answer my own damn trivia quiz. Sorry, folks. I'll get back in shape when I'm back in shape.