Pregnancy puts some sort of anti-virus into your body. This must be true because the only times I didn't have the flu were when I was pregnant. Those winters when my ex talked me into a flu shot I still managed to find a strain that wasn't covered by the shot. This year, true to form, I started early on my "bug collecting". Can't miss out, you know.
This fall I thought I would start out slowly. Maybe with something a little mellower. Some aches and pains. Throw in a chronic headache and toss in some dizziness. Take it easy, we don't want to get over-whelmed too soon. After all, it isn't like life is going to stop and let me relax. Heck no! There's school concerts, parent-teacher conferences, grocery shopping, Thanksgiving prep.
My poor kids had to suffer too. After all they had to eat all that homemade soup that I kept serving them. In their minds, if it isn't Ramen or tomato soup then it's just a cruel form of torture that I like to inflict on them.
Thank God for tea. I drank so much tea that I may quite possibly be developing a British accent. Recommendation: cinnamon apple spice left steeping overnight. It turns so sweet! Yummy!!! (I learned this when I fell asleep half-way through the cup.)
After sitting through a meeting at church where I thought for a second that the carpeted floor of the narthex looked like a really comfortable place for a nap. Followed by the "quick" 90 minute trip to the store and the drive home through the star-field created by the falling snow in the headlights, I feel amazingly better.
That was a piece-of-cake.
Come-on flu season. I'm ready for more.... Bring it on!!
Just remember to be kind.