I’ve been living under a blanket on my couch all week.
Well, not all week. I went to Boston on Wednesday for what will forever be called the WORST day of travel in the history of Man. I’ll post that on Monday.
This is what I’ve got:
Not fun. You know the kind of stomach flu where you lay around and just moan out loud? That was me. I won’t pain you with the gory details, but let’s just say that several of my orifices have become high-traffic exits the likes of which would make The Exorcist proud.
I’m finally eating solids and moving around with little to no bow-leggedness (on account of all the shivering huddling I’ve been doing).
Anyone else come down with this gem of a disease?