I'm just barely coming out of a viral induced fog of fever and headache. Last night I had no fever for the first time in two days. What a flu! I'm going to have to continue to take it easy, as I have a runny nose and feel pretty fragile after doing battle with one of those frost things from Thor. I am going to attempt to go to see my daughter-in-law's choral performance this afternoon. My husband's against it, and he has done a good job of nursing me, but if that's the only thing I do today, and if I have lots of cough drops and kleenex, I believe I'll not harm my recovery. I'm feeling very grateful for getting out from under a brutal headache. The fever was constant, no matter I took tylenol every four hours, so this was a bad one. I hadn't even had a chance yet to get the flu shot this year, though I doubt this is THE flu. I've been blaise in the past, because I seldom get a cold. Now I'm a believer.
Another beautiful day that I will not be out in. Sigh. The highlight of yesterday was watching a world series game. I've become quite the admirer of Pablo Sandoval. He's pretty irresistible. And just generally, I adore baseball. I'm now certain that pitchers need helmets, though, and hope they come up with something that works real soon. What happened to Brandon McCarthy was horrible, and I was upset to see Fister continue pitching after he was hit and not be forced to leave to check out his injury. Not right. The manager was wrong on that call. I'll miss the game tonight, and it could be the last. Oh, dear. Anything to avoid thinking of the coming election and hearing more about polls and gender gaps and fact checking and basically, people running off at the mouth.
No comments:
Post a Comment