Feeling a little "under the weather" turned into "under a truck" yesterday. My throat was on fire when I awoke, and I couldn't breathe from my nose, giving me a strange drowning sensation whenever I tried to drink anything. Fortunately for me, the husband did his best to check on me throughout his work day, keeping me fed and hydrated. There's nothing worse than being sick and alone.
So I'm feeling a little better today: the throat has been downgraded to "scratchy," and I'm busy catching up on chores (though it's going a little more slowly and methodically than normal.) This is actually an upside...there's nothing like a sickness to keep you focused in the now. Everything seems so closer at hand, and the details of life become more acute. (Could be just the cold medicine.)