I woke up at 2am on Wednesday, sneezing, blowing my nose, coughing, and feeling really, really crappy. I got out of bed, so I didn't disturb The Husband, and I took to the couch in the family room. There I remained until dinnertime last night. Yes, folks, I was one with the couch for almost two full days.
Alice, on my ever-present green down throw, keeping an eye on me.
Most of you have already figured out that I am a ball of energy and perpetual motion, with multiple projects going on at the same time, so finding me in the same spot for almost 48 straight hours is completely unheard of. Even if I don't feel well, I usually push through it. This time, already worn down by wedding plans and other causes of general exhaustion and stress, the virus took hold and I was DOWN.
On the bright side, if I had to get sick and be forced to stay inside, having it happen during a heat wave was pretty good timing. The couch is really comfortable. I have my laptop nearby, and the TV remote. (daytime TV really sucks, have you noticed?) All of the cats and dogs have been taking turns keeping me company. The cats seem especially glad to have me around.
Maggie and Dorothy, napping with me.
This morning, I feel much better ... well enough to take my coffee cup with me and check on the garden and the greenhouse a little while ago. I still can't get too far from a tissue box, but at least I'm not blowing my nose quite as frequently as I have been. (I would like to thank the folks at P&G for inventing Puffs Plus tissues. I am almost halfway through my THIRD box of them. If I were using regular tissues, I imagine my nose would be in pretty sorry shape by now.)
I'm still going to take it easy for the rest of today. I have a few things that I would like to get done outside, nothing strenuous and I can work in the shade in short spurts if necessary ... and I'm going to be careful not to overdo it.