this has been a busy week, and on top of all the busyness of business, I've been wrestling with another bout of crud, the same stuff that's been pestering me off and on since the beginning of December. This weekend, however, it hit with a vengeance. I will not go into minute detail, but I do not recall ever having a fever so high in my life, nor have my joints been in so much pain. Perhaps I should have gone to the hospital, but Mom would have had to come over and get me, and who wants to expose loved ones to nastiness?
It's a little after 7 a.m. on Sunday morning, and this is the best I've felt in two days. However, the harsh cough is still here, and I'm exhausted. Just guessing, but I've probably had some sort of pneumonia this entire time. I'll be checking in at the clinic on Monday, when I shouldn't be contagious, and probably long after the doctor can do any good, but he can at least tell me if I'm clear to return to work; I suspect, however, I'll need another day or two just to rest. The appetite is returning a little, though, so that's good.
If only I could work on the novel, though--that would be real progress!