I have been.
It started with feeling like I had a piano wire stretched across my throat last week, and I knew it was headed downhill.
The sore throat was followed by the stopped-up head and the hot eyeballs, and then the ridiculous coughing and sneezing.
My plan of attack is always Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus, which does not have the good stuff in it anymore, but it’s better than anything else out there. And sleep, lots and lots of sleep.
I’ve been asleep more since Friday evening more than I’ve been awake, and it’s been evermore boring. When I’ve been awake, I’ve been painting at the cabinet doors, which I had intended to finish by Sunday.
I also had lunch with my friend Larry and his previously new-to-me girlfriend, Jan. Larry and I have known each other so long we sort of look alike, except he’s hairier. Then I came home and went back to bed.
Jan is a saint, because Larry and I are terribly amused with tales of the people we know in common and with ourselves, and she didn’t snap.
I had thought I’d go back to work today, but to add insult to injury, I woke up with a migraine. I felt so horrid that I didn’t even get up and get dressed, and everybody who knows me knows that I get dressed every single day in case I get an opportunity to jet off to Paris or something.
I’ve felt like Keith Richards looks, but now I feel better. I believe I’ll have a shower and put on some makeup before bed, in case I shuffle off to my reward in my sleep.
eta: I haven’t forgotten the information for you, Shani.