So you may have noticed (or not) that the blog has been quiet this week. On Wednesday I was diagnosed with bronchitis, yet I still hopped on a plane for a business trip that afternoon. As you know, airplanes are pretty much airborne cattle cars, overflowing with germs and illness. I was sent home by my supervisor after spending two days in Milwaukee and began a twenty-four hour insane attempt to get home. I left Friday afternoon, finally arrived home yesterday afternoon. My connection in Charlotte was cancelled, forcing me to stay the night there before catching a flight the next morning. This is the point I should mention that I was feverish, coughing, and felt like I’d been run over by a truck. After finally arriving home yesterday afternoon, after my husband’s insistence, I returned to the doctor. I knew my bronchitis had advanced to something much more; after taking antibiotics for four days I wasn’t feeling a bit of relief, I was actually feeling worse.
So, I have the flu. It’s not pretty. I don’t remember ever feeling as bad as I do right now. They can’t treat the flu, just hopefully lessen the symptoms a bit. The doctor says I’m on the cusp of the “worst days.” If what I’m experiencing now is supposed to be light, I have a problem. While I’m getting quite a bit of reading done since I don’t have the energy to do much else, please be patient while I catch up with my posts.
With that, I’m retiring to my reading chair, a mug of coffee, and a good book.