Ass kicked by the flu
When I woke up on Sunday morning a week ago, I felt a tickle in my throat and a throb in my sinuses that I suspected was the start of a cold. I hoped against hope that it wasn't the flu that my kids had had the week before, but sure enough, by Monday afternoon, it was apparent that I had it. It's run its course; I spent much of the week alternately under covers sleeping it off or sitting in the easy chair in the living room moaning and being miserable. I went outside as infrequently as possible.
I'm still fighting off the after effects. Alarming yellow discharge from my nose and lungs seems par for course, along with an irritating cough, which I suspect will be with me for another week or so, if the kids are any indication. So's a little bit of lightheadedness.
Man, I hate getting sick.