The One With The Stupid Swine Flu

Despite being dreadfully sick for about a week now, the 365 has continued.

days thirty three through forty

It hit me the 9th, and then came a heavy fever for the next three days, extreme muscle aches, dry cough, runny nose, and I’m sure you don’t need any extra info.

Little did I know… I’d be stuck in these clothes for the next four days.

I hate this stuff. I don’t understand why people drink stuff that makes their mouth pucker like this.

Mmm, oatmeal. At this point I was wondering if I could still taste anything at all.

Tom’s mom brought over homemade sickie soup, veggie stew, Irish soda bread, artisan bread (already sliced), fresh fruit, and a sick tray.

I spent a good hour in the tub trying to loosen the rat’s nest that was my hair and then another hour outside trying to comb it. A week of being sick really did a number on my head. I decided after that adventure that any time sickness happened, hair would immediately go into braids.

The last of the 946 ml pure cranberry juice from concentrate.
Diluted that means I drank I don’t want to know how many glasses.