I've been sick for the past week or so. I stayed home from work on Wednesday and Thursday to try to get a fast recouperation, but that didn't pan out. The doctor gave me some pills on Wednesday that amount to a triple-dose of Tylenol Cold, and I fear he didn't quite grasp the extent of my illness.
In any case, I spent most of the weekend in a bleary haze. Stuffed nose, back pain from coughing so much, strange stomach pains, you name it. Laying down hurt, standing up made me tired.
Yesterday was interesting, though, since Berta was able to entice me to leave the house and hang out in the front yard. It's amazing what some fresh air can do to rejuvenate. I don't know what was on the air that morning, but it was unnaturally warm for October and the smell of the air reminded me of something that I can't quite place my finger on.
We all went out to Wendy's for lunch, and things started to look up. When we got home Abby and I took long naps on the livingroom couches. When I woke up, I was feeling pretty good, but still sick and coughing, yet hopefully on my way to recovery.
There's nothing revelatory to say here. Maybe that the fresh air is probably a good remedy to keep in mind while recouperating. Maybe that a Wendy's single hamburger with cheese is good medicine, too.
