After years of glorious hiatus, I have gotten the flu.

I can only describe how I am feeling is that it is as though someone has been beating me with a rubber mallet whilst I sleep 18 hours a day, waking sore, miserable, and unable to concentrate. Thank goodness for television, I have missed you, old friend.

The crappiest part is being absent from new work. Oh sure, it was fun to go back to bed on the first morning, but now (the afternoon of day 2, looking like day 3 will be the same) I feel like uber slacker, and worry who is pissed off because they now have to do my share of the work, too, thank you very much.

As bad as the worrying and guilt has gotten in my head, it is worse for Tim.

Me: “Ahhh feeeeeel so baaaaad. Nobodeeee loves meeeeee.”

Him: “I love you. Here are some pillows and tea. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Me: “Thank you. Do you think that work people think I am faking sickness?”

Him: “No.”

Me: “Maybe I am not that sick? I mean, I am not throwing up, and can make it up the stairs before I feel dizzy and winded now. I go to work tomorrow?”

Him: “No. You are sick. The doctor said you are contagious and must stay home through the weekend. Work people don’t want your flu.”

Me (huffily): “Alright.”

….3 minutes pass by…

Me: “Do you think that I am not really sick, just manifesting the sick feelings? You know, like, mind over body? I could have totally faked that doctor out, you know.”

Him (replacing my tea with a warm Neo Citran-Nyquil cocktail):”She took your temperature. It was high.”

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My Sacred Life is on hold, much like my real life for the time being. Not much sacred about crawling from the bed to couch.