This morning I sit thankful to have gotten a full night of uninterrupted sleep. It’s been a rare thing since Sunday when a was urgently overrun by some kind of virus determined to take over the world. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I may have finally beat it. A standing ovation, please.
This was without question the worst flu I have ever experienced. It hit around 10 Sunday night, and until 8 the next morning I was lucky if I ever got 25 minutes of rest. It eased up on me Monday, thankfully, with a few hours between bouts, but that night I was back to about an hour of rest in-between. I haven’t eaten anything since Sunday other than the most delicious saltines yesterday. Who knew saltines would be the greatest food ever?
I’d originally set to write more in this post, but after writing the first few sentences have realized that my mind isn’t working as well as I’d like yet. Days without food have left me with little energy to write, which is a shame since time off from work is best spent working on my writing.
So instead, saltines. Mmm. Save the world, saltines, save the world.
