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The brain flu?

Last Saturday night I got the flu- coughing, aching, up all night nasty flu. Poor Paul, he couldn’t go sleep on the futon because our nephew, Cody, was over. So he had to gut it out with me. Then I slept all day Sunday and Monday.

I thought I was better and went to work last week, but now I laugh at how badly I wanted to be better and my utter denial. I made some really ditzy mistakes on the job, stuff that’s just not like me. I also vacillated between wanting to cry and being unreasonably crabby for no discernable reason. I was just like an overtired, sick 4 year old. Well, by Thursday night I realized what was happening, and called in late for Friday so I could at least just sleep in.

I made it on time, thanks to my new friend, Tylenol PM, but by 1:30 I was wiped out. I went home and slept until 4:00 and then tried to get up and go to dinner for Martha’s birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARTHA!

Well, my good friend, Martha, took one look at me and sent me home to bed. I slept from 7:00 PM all the way through to 9:00 AM. Stayed awake until about 11:00 AM and then zonked out again all afternoon. This is getting old. It must be miserable to live with something like chronic fatigue syndrome. Hopefully I’ll wake up one of these days…